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Summary: Your brother Jay invited his friend Sunghoon over to spend the night at the house. The three of you had mostly grown up together, so you knew him pretty well. Something's off with him... he keeps looking at you.

Warnings: Male Reader, Muscle Kink, Rough Sex, Brother's Best friend, Breeding, Spit play, Pet names (Baby), Soft Dom Sunghoon, Sunghoon has a big dick, Aftercare, Jaywon (briefly)

Wordcount: 3.5k

You woke up from a midday nap to the smell of food being cooked downstairs. The Sun was still shining into your window, but you could tell it was the afternoon by its dark orange color.

Climbing out of bed, you remembered your parents said they'd be out of town for the week. Probably because it was spring break for you, and they didn't want to be around when both their kids would be home again. They were way too happy to send you and your brother off to college...

You put on some sort of t-shirt before leaving your room to investigate the kitchen. There were two voices; one was Jay, your brother. The other was Sunghoon, his best friend since you were five years old. Sunghoon and Jay went everywhere together. To the movies, the gym, cafes, and even the same college too. It really felt like they were dating each other with how much Sunghoon was around, even if your parents treated him like another kid.

Stepping into the kitchen, you saw Sunghoon in a sleeveless red shirt with gray sweatpants. Jay was wearing something similar in green and black. They probably just came back from the gym. Jay had shouted something about it before you'd fallen asleep.

"It smells good. What's on the menu today, chef?" You smiled at your brother the way you did when you needed something from him.

"If you do the dishes after dinner, then it's a tomato bruschetta with salmon," Jay replied without looking up at you.

"What!? Why do I have to do the dishes?"

"You want to eat the food I'm working hard to make, then you have to contribute."

You rolled your eyes. "You hate the way I wash the dishes, you always say it's not done right and end up doing them anyway–and what about Sunghoon? He's eating too, so he has to do the dishes!"

Sunghoon was about to protest but Jay beat him to it. "Fine. Both of you start washing these dishes. If it's not clean by the time I'm done, then the dog is eating really well tonight."

Sunghoon didn't bother arguing. "I wash, you dry?" He asked while handing you a clean rag.

Your stomach was too empty to think of a good argument about why Sunghoon was the person who should do everything. "Fine," You snatched the rag from him and lifted yourself onto the counter to sit. For the next ten minutes, you dried the dishes as he handed them to you. Your mind wandered, thinking about how hungry you were. You looked over at Sunghoon washing the dishes, his huge biceps flexing as he worked over every dish. He'd been going to the gym as much as Jay, but he always had a better shape than him. His arms were incredible, his shoulders also pretty broad, and his side profile wasn't half bad either... He definitely wasn't the kid you'd grown up with anymore.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Sunghoon's eyes looking over at you, catching you staring at him.

"Y/n, you alright?"

"Y–Yeah, just still a little drowsy..."

Jay finished making the food and started planting the table. "Did you really sleep all day, y/n?"

"How'd you guess?"

"Those are the same pajamas you've been wearing for the past two days..." He dryly replied.

"Well–What did you do today, Jay?"

"I cleaned the house, got groceries, picked up Sunghoon, and then we went to the gym. Then we came back here and I cooked for the entire house."

"Three people, but okay... that's supposed to be a break and you're working like a house husband!"

Jay picked up the plate sitting at your place at the table. "So, that's a no to the food?"

"Okay–Let's not get out of hand. You started it."

"That's what I thought," Jay set your plate down and returned to his seat. He waited for you and Sunghoon to finish the dishes and join him. Dinner was pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausages, with a bowl of fruit. Jay knew you loved breakfast for dinner, and it was all prepared and set to perfection.

You all eat together, not talking very much as you focus on the food. Sunghoon was wolfing the food down like usual, making a mess.

"Hey, you're going to get food on the floor!" You pushed him slightly, "I'm not cleaning the floor if you make a mess."

He replied with a mouth full of food, "Relax, Mom!" Sunghoon has egg on his face and crumbs on his shirt.

You pinched the egg off his face and tossed it to the dog to eat. But when you looked back at Sunghoon, he was staring at you.

"What? Were you gonna eat that?" You asked.

He shook his head, "No, it's nothing."

The air hung heavy between you. Sunghoon has been acting like that sometimes around you, creating some sort of tension between you. But you couldn't think of what you could've done to make him bothered by you. He was fine earlier...

Jay cut through the silence. "Well. Sunghoon, are you still staying the night?"

Sunghoon nodded. More invested in the food now, even though his plate was almost empty.

Jay turned to you, "Y/n, you doing anything tonight? We can all hang out if you want."

You shrugged. "I don't think I've got anything for me. So I'll be around."

The three of you continued dinner without much extra conversation. You went back to your room, Jay started washing the dishes from dinner, and Sunghoon stayed in the kitchen to talk to Jay.

You watched some TikToks in your room until you got a text from Sunghoon.

SH: Hey...

You sat up in bed so you could give it more attention. Why would he put the ... in there?

YN: What's up?

SH: I hope I didn't make you upset earlier. About the dishes. You were kinda giving me daggers, so I just wanted to make sure we're cool.

YN: Of course! I didn't mean to look upset, I was just thinking.

SH: What, about?

YN: Random stuff, I can't even really remember it now...

You knew you couldn't just say, "Oh I was thinking about how good you've been looking these days. Great gains, bro!" You needed to play it cool.

SH: Oh, okay. Can I get your thoughts on something?

Your heart raced, just for a moment.

YN: What is it?SH: What do you think about this, hot or not? Jay says not.

You stared at the picture of Sunghoon in the gym's locker room. You tried not to laugh at his expression.

YN: I think you could work on your expression. Try smiling or something. Most guys just focus on showing their body rather than their face at the gym anyway.

There was a pause in the messages. Sunghoon didn't reply for a full five minutes...

SH: What about these?

YN: Sunghoon, why do you need me to tell you if you look good? You've always been the most handsome out of you, me, and Jay.

SH: Well, Jay won't even look at them. But it's good to know you think I'm good-looking.

You blushed and scoffed at your phone... You couldn't tell if he knew what he was doing to you. Your body was going crazy.

YN: Well, whatever. I think the photos are all fine.

SH: Last one.

You braced yourself for another sleeveless selfie, but what you got was way better.

You almost dropped your phone when you saw him shirtless. He was absolutely doing it on purpose. Making sure not to actually show you anything, just some collarbone.

SH: Thoughts?

YN: Yep, still looks good.

SH: Well, you can send me photos too. Let me rate you."

You caught a look of yourself in the reflection of your phone. You looked more than a little rough.

YN: Um, I don't really have photos...

SH: Then should we fix that? I can take some photos for you.

YN: Why do I need pictures?

SH: ...I dunno. It just felt fair, since I forced you to look at me. I should look at you too.

You thought about sending Sunghoon photos of yourself. What kind of photos would he even want?

YN: What kinda photos are we talking about?

SH: Anything, I'm just here to help. Just like you did for me.

You spent almost twenty minutes trying to find a photo that seemed decent enough to send. Changing your outfit, messing with your hair, cleaning your room a little bit. You settled on a candid photo of you reading a book in some loose-fitting clothes. Your shirt was almost falling off your shoulders, and your shorts barely peeked out to show you were wearing any. You sent it to Sunghoon and waited anxiously for his response.

SH: Looks good.

You frowned at his response. You really look all the time just to get that kind of response from him... You tossed your phone away from you and went to the living room to find Jay and Sunghoon. Both were sitting on the couch, using their phones. But as soon as you walked in, Sunghoon tucked his phone.

"I'm gonna hit the bathroom really quick." He said as he brushed past you.

Jay didn't acknowledge it, but you sure did. Sunghoon was acting weird again.

"Jay, have you noticed anything about Sunghoon lately?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Same old Sunghoon."

You scoffed at your brother. "Since when have you been so uncaring?"

"And since when did you care so much?" Jay raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his phone.

"Never!" You turned and stormed off from Jay. Clearly, he wasn't going to be helpful, so you needed to get to the bottom of things yourself. As soon as you got into the hallway of the bathroom, you could see the light was on, but the door was barely open. The bathroom door got messed up when Jay closed the door too hard, making it difficult to keep the door shut. A small push could open it. But Sunghoon didn't know that. You moved forward to pull it closed, but then heard Sunghoon breathing heavily.

You leaned closer to the door to listen.

"...Jeez. You're so beautiful. Y/n, holy fuck." Sunghoon softly moaned.

You moved to peek through the crack. Sunghoon was jerking himself to something on his phone, moaning your name. You didn't realize you were holding your breath watching him. His hand stroked quickly, his hair bounced lightly, and his mouth hung open with his eyes squeezed shut. His thick arms pulsed, and his veins popped. His legs shook and shifted in pleasure. You inched closer to get a better look at Sunghoon's phone, but accidentally touched the door which creaked slightly and scared Sunghoon.

"Y–Y/N! I–" Sunghoon scrambled to cover himself but he dropped his phone while doing it. His phone landed face up, showing what he was masturbating to; the photo of yourself you'd sent earlier...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk here..." You said as you turned around and shut the door.

There was shuffling, and then the door opened. Sunghoon's face was wracked with guilt. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I..." His voice trailed off, not knowing what to say.

You turned to him. "Be honest."

He gulped before opening his mouth to answer. "I–I'm really into you, y/n. I've been like this for a while... And, I get it if you're not interested in me."

You stepped forward and kissed his cheek, leaving him dumbfounded. "Come to my room tonight. Wait till Jay's asleep." You walked off toward your room without waiting for his response. You couldn't look him in the face after what you'd seen. All you could think about was his dick and the expression he was making, replaying again and again in your mind. You stayed in your room for the rest of the night, and when Jay knocked on your door to check on you, you told Jay that you didn't want to hang out anymore.

Around midnight, the house had fallen asleep except for you. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard a soft knock at the door.

"Y/n? It's me." Sunghoon whispered through the door.

You opened the door and let Sung Hoon in. You sat down on your bed, and he sat down on the far end of it, awkwardly looking at you in the low light of the moon that dripped in from your window.

"I've already seen it, so you can't be awkward with me now." You stated, trying to start the conversation.

"I know... I just didn't want you to find out like that. It's embarrassing." He scratched his head. "You just looked so good in that picture. The moment I saw it, it was hard. And then I saw you in person. I needed to deal with it."

You shifted a little closer to him. "Well, you were sending those pictures first. I was just following your lead."

"I wasn't trying to be sexy in the pictures..."

"Well, you're bad at not being sexy. And, why would you send that shirtless one if you weren't making a pass at me."

Sunghoon's ears went pink. "Well–Maybe I was fishing a little. But I didn't think you'd send anything back to me."

"So it's my fault?"

He turned to you. "No! I didn't mean it like that. I meant–" Sunghoon couldn't finish his sentence as he watched you unbutton your shirt.

"What? Aren't you going to get undressed?"

Sunghoon looked away from you. "Wait, what's actually happening right now?"

You shyly started putting your shirt back on. "I thought you came so we could... have sex. Or something. That was dumb, I'm sorry–"

Sunghoon knelt down in front of you and stopped your hands. "No, it's not dumb. I liked it. I was just thrown for a second. We can do that if you want. But I want to take it off you if you'll let me."

You let your hands rest, Sunghoon slowly stripped off your shirt, touching you gently, caressing your skin, and breathing in your scent deeply as he did. Once your shirt was off, he tossed his aside roughly, revealing his muscular torso to you. You automatically looked away, but he sweetly pulled your chin to face him.

"You can touch me, y/n." He spoke with softness in his voice and looked up at you with warm eyes.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. It was stiff and strong. You traced his muscles down his arm until your hands met his and locked into his fingers.

"We'll go however far you want, y/n. Whatever you want, I'm all yours." He kissed your hand.

"Can you call me baby?"

He chuckled. "Baby."

Your heart fluttered at his deep voice calling out to you.

"Baby, can I touch you?"

You nod.

Sunghoon uses his other hand to wrap around your waist and lift you off the bed, moving you so he'd sit on the bed and you on his lap. "Is this okay?" He slightly leaned in for a kiss, pausing for your consent.

You nod again. Leaning in to meet him.

Sunghoon's hands traced your chest before landing on your hips. Your hands traveled up his waist and stopped at his neck as the two of you made out. Every time you moaned Sunghoon would pull you closer to him, squeezing you slightly. You could feel him slowly grinding into you, his hips lurching upward for just a moment of sensation. You arch your back, laying your ass down to meet him, earning a groan from him.

"Keep doing that, baby." He moaned into the kiss.

You pulled away from the kiss. "We can keep moving forward."

Sunghoon lets you climb off of him. The both of you face away from one another as you toss aside your pants and underwear, leaving you both naked.

You felt a little too exposed. "Actually, can I have my shirt back?

Sunghoon handed it to you, and you took it without looking back at him. You slipped it on but left it unbuttoned and open. Slowly, you turned around to let him see you.

"You look amazing with it on. Good call." He complimented.

You blushed at his compliment and lay on the bed. "Are you coming?"

Sunghoon crawled onto the bed, positioning himself over you. "Are you prepared, or do you need me to do it?"

You covered your face. "Don't ask embarrassing questions. Just check if it's enough for you."

Sunghoon smiled. "Will you lick my fingers?"

You moved your hands just enough to show your mouth and let it open. He delicately placed his fingers on your tongue and let you work them over, tossing and turning them. You got them so wet that they were dripping as he took them out.

"Jesus, that's hot." Sunghoon put them in his mouth.

"Hoon–" He then slipped two fingers into you, making you cover your mouth so you didn't slip out any loud noises.

Sunghoon pushed and pulled softly, searching around and bending his fingers. When he found your spot, he felt you suddenly squeeze his fingers. "There it is. Now, I know where to aim."

You were starting to drool with all the foreplay. Or maybe it was an overexcited thing. Either way, Sunghoon noticed and licked your cheek, drinking your spit.

"We're going to start now. Anything you need to do?" He asked one more time for your consent.

"I've been waiting for you to get to it..." You muttered.

"Oh, baby, are you getting impatient?" He teased me.

You didn't answer and Sunghoon lined himself with your hole before slowly sliding his length inside you. You held the sheets of the bed, trying to control your noises as he filled you. He was so big, and every vein and twitch felt like an explosion inside of you. You struggled to stay still while you got used to him.

"You can do it, baby."

You moaned. "Seven inches is more than I've had before..."

"Did you count my inches with your hole? How lewd." Sunghoon chuckled. "And, we're not done yet."

Your mouth twitched a smile. "Just put it all in then."

Sunghoon put his hands on either side of your hips and pulled up into him, putting the last two inches into you.

"Nine!?" You almost screamed.

"Maybe it's 9.5, but who's counting? Now, stay quiet, or Jay will wake up." He leaned down to you, sliding his hand under your head. "Bite me if you need to."

You thought you didn't need to until you felt his hips move, and then your mouth instantly fixed itself to Sunghoon's collar. He groaned as he started moving slowly but picked up the pace when you moaned. Your thighs were raised, and your legs were around his waist, shaking as Sunghoon pulled you into him to meet his thrusts. You could feel Sunghoon's muscles moving and tensing as he controlled your body. He leaned back to see his work on you and caught you staring at his chest. His pecs were so big and bounced with every thrust.

"Oh? Does Baby like my chest? Wanna touch it?"

You nodded breathlessly.

Sunghoon leaned back down for you to touch them comfortably.

You squeeze them, pinching on his nipples. You were mesmerized by them.

"Since you like them so much, I'll keep them nice and big for you, okay?" Sunghood cool to you.

"O–Okay." You moaned as you held his pecs in your hands, kneading them roughly. The sensations were so intense you didn't even notice you'd already finished once, cum painting your stomach.

Sunghoon's thrusts got sloppier, losing their rhythm as his moans got shakier.

"I'm almost there, baby, hold on a little longer." He growled, hitting a few more times before his cum spilled into you. Which makes you cum again, painting yourself with more ropes of white. Sunghoon rode out his high, thrusting a few more times before pulling out. Cum spilling out of you, onto the bed.

Your body shook and convulsed every few seconds from the rush. You were a sticky mess, and Sunghoon took care of everything. He went into the bathroom and got you hot towels to clean you. And then he carried you to your bathroom so you could do your business. While you took care of yourself on the toilet, Sunghoon changed the sheets and waited for you to come out of the bathroom with new pajamas ready.

Sunghoon tucked you under the covers. "Goodnight, baby, I'll see you in the morning." He got under the covers with you to cuddle you.

You grabbed his arm. "You're not leaving? What about Jay?"

Sunghoon laughed. "He knows. I talked to him. He should be at Jungwon's house right now doing the same as us."

"Why would you tell him–Jungwon!? They're a thing!?"

"Since forever. And Jay's known for ages that I've liked you. After I talked to him about what happened, he chewed me out for being a pervert and jerking off in the house, but he gave me his blessing. So we don't need to worry about him~"

The two of you cuddled together for the night. You drifted to sleep to the sound of Sunghoon's heartbeat, plotting about your next morning...

the bet ── beomgyu

💌 parings: enemy!beomgyu x male!reader 💌 genre: smut, enemies to lovers 💌 contains: top!gyu, bottom!reader, softdom!gyu, virgin!reader, beomgyu is a little shit, beomgyu has a long-time crush on reader, strong language, vaping (please don't vape) petnames (baby boy, baby, prince), safe sex (wrap it before you do it), drunk consensual sex, oral (reader receiving), praising, i have a thing for soft gyu so here it is, our favourite party guy & wingman jackson wang, brief mention of enhypen's heeseung. 💌 word count: 2.7k words

➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

Second place. Again.

You glared at the announcement in front of you, your hands curled into a ball of fist. Your eyes traveled over to the name on top of yours and you bit your lower lip, frustrated.

Choi fucking Beomgyu.

From young, that little fucker has always been in first place in every little and big contests or examinations the both of you attended.

Every. Single. Darn. Time.

Choi Beomgyu takes the throne.

To make matters worst, Beomgyu knows that it irritates you. You are a very, very competitive person from young, and Beomgyu knows. He knows.

"Look who it is! L/n!" A hand clapped on your back as Beomgyu put his arm around your shoulder, his voice gleeful. "Why the long face, huh?"

"Fuck off, Choi." You hissed, swatting his arm off you and turning to face him. That jerk had a smug smirk on his face, one that you would do anything to wipe it off. He whined dramatically, holding his hand that you just hit. "Ouch! It hurts, L/n! C'mon, don't be such a sour grape. It's just a little test, don't let that get to your fragile little ego."

It took almost all of your will to not punch that asshole in the face. You gave him a nasty expression, bumping into his shoulder as you walked back to the lecture hall. But who is Choi Beomgyu? A smug and devious asshole who wouldn't leave you alone.

The both of you didn’t start like this. You vaguely remember being best friends with Beomgyu in elementary school, but it all changed during middle school.

Beomgyu changed.

He caught up with you pretty quickly, walking alongside you. "Do you want to make a bet with me?" He asked, tilting his head towards the side as he did so. You paused, looking at him with a suspicious expression. "No. Now fuck off and leave me alone."

"I'll do whatever you want if you win." Beomgyu said quickly. You raised a brow at him, not believing a word that comes out of his mouth. "I'm serious."

"What kind of bet?" Fine. You were convinced. You begin to think about what you want Beomgyu to do after winning. Should you ask him to buy you breakfast from that really popular waffle store for a month? Or maybe you'll have him record a silly video that you can blackmail him for the future.

On second thought, Beomgyu might be too thick-skinned for that.

"You know Lee Heeseung? The guy from computer science? His senior Jackson Wang is hosting a party and invited the entire course this Saturday. Since Biology is just next door he invited us too." Beomgyu jabbed his hand towards the building right beside. You nodded, frowning. "What do you want me to do?"

"Attend the party and beat me in a game." The smug smile reappeared on Beomgyu's face. You scowled at him. "What's the catch?" You questioned. Beomgyu widened his eyes. "Catch? There's no catch. Just win me and I'll do whatever you want. But if I win..." He paused slightly, another smirk creeping onto his face. "You'll do whatever I ask of you."

You licked your lips nervously. Should you trust Beomgyu?

"I understand that you might be scared, L/n. " Beomgyu sighed mockingly. "Well, it seems like you can never beat me-" "I'll go." You cut him off through gritted teeth. Beomgyu clapped his hands together, grinning. "Good. See you at the party than, baby boy. Don't be late!" He winked, walking off.

You stood rooted at your ground in shock. Blush crept to your face as you realised what Beomgyu had called you. To make matters worst, your heart actually fluttered at his words. You slapped your face lightly, attempting to wake yourself up.

Fucking Choi Beomgyu. You thought.

The weekend arrived pretty soon.

The house was loud. You weaved through the crowd of talking people, holding a cup of punch in your hand (that someone stuffed it to your hand while you walked by). Everyone looks unfamiliar to you, but somehow, they all seem to know you.

"M/n L/n!" You hear your name being called. Turning around, you saw a male with blond hair walking towards you. You took a once-over at him: split blond hair, shades on top of his head, black outfit and a pair of sweat pants.

Nope, you have never seen this guy in your life before.

"Hi, I'm Jackson Wang." The male hold out his hand and flashed you a winning smile. Ah, this guy is the host of this party, you thought as you shook his hand. "I'm M/n L/n... But I guess you already know that."

Jackson grinned. "Of course! You're famous, don't you know that?" He said. You blinked in confusion and Jackson let out a short laugh. "Well, everyone in the campus know about you." He shrugged.

"Oh." That's all you could say.

Jackson tutted. "I'm a little surprise when they told me you were here... I thought Beomgyu was pulling my leg when he told me you were coming. Guess shit isn't the only thing that comes out of his mouth everytime." He shrugged, sending you a knowing grin. Your eyes flashed at the mention of Beomgyu and your grip on your cup of punch tightened. "Where is he?"

"Come with me." Jackson beckoned. You followed him up the stairs and into the first room. Beomgyu was sitting in there, a vape to his mouth. Your heart skips a beat at how attractive he looks, but your mind was rational. "Choi."

"Oh! You really came, baby boy." Your face heats up again at that petname. "Don't call me that!" You hissed, failing to notice that Jackson had already sneaked out of the room and locked the door behind him. Beomgyu inhaled the vape, his lips curled into a lazy smirk. "Okay okay, relax, L/n. Just hoping to ease the tension."

"What are we betting on?" You observed your surroundings. A black, queen-sized bed set in the middle of the room, a silk canopy hanging over it. A red armchair sat next to the bed, while Beomgyu occupies the other. There was also a large TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed. Beomgyu pointed to the gaming console beneath it.

"Rocket League. Ten games. If you lose, you drink half a bottle of soju." He pointed over to the corner where 10 bottles of soju stood waiting. You raised your chin. "Bets on."

It didn't take long until you two reached the seventh game, where you had already drank 2 bottles and a half of soju. You let out a groan of fustration as Beomgyu's racing car passed the finish line on the screen, and your hand reached for the bottle of soju that you've finished.

"Wait, L/n." Beomgyu stopped you, but you shook his hand off. "I lose, Choi, let me drink." You said stubbornly, putting the mouth of the bottle to your lips. You let the alcohol burn your throat as Beomgyu watched from beside you. "I lost. "

"You did." Beomgyu's voice was strangely quiet. One empty bottle stood beside him. You coughed, putting the bottle down. Your head was spinning slightly as you looked at Beomgyu. "What do you want from me?"

Since when was he this close to you? You vaguely remembered Beomgyu was two pillows away from you, but now he was right beside you. You stared blankly at him as he leaned closer to your face, and you could smell the sweet artificial scent of the vape he used earlier. "What do I want from you... That is a good question..."

Your eyes travelled from him eyes, his nose, and to his plump lips. You licked your own dry ones, your voice small. "Yah, Choi Beomgyu-"

He didn't let you finish. Crashing his lips onto yours, one of Beomgyu's hands went to the back of your head, while the other pulled your waist closer to him. You feel him biting your lower lip, asking for permission. In your fuzzy state of mind, you allowed him to enter, exploring your mouth.

Beomgyu taste like strawberries. He was sweet, his tongue dancing with yours as his other hand slowly went up to grip your chin. You closed your eyes, allowing him to do as he pleased.

When he pulled away, you were panting. Beomgyu straddled you, his pretty face flushed. You lay beneath him, watching his adams apple bobbed nervously. "You..."

"I want you, pretty boy." Beomgyu's fingers trailed down your chest, his eyes darkening as lewd thoughts form in his mind. "I want you, L/n." His hand reached your abdomen, twirling circles through your thin shirt. "I want to make you mine, L/n." Your breath hitched at the possessiveness of his voice. "Will you let me?"

Your head was empty. Even though you dislike Beomgyu, you couldn't deny the fact that you thought he was attractive.

A part of you still like him. A part of you still misses that cheerful boy who played with you in elementary school.

"What if I say no?" You whispered. Something flashed past Beomgyu’s eyes. Was it anger? Or was it sadness? You don't know. His voice was hoarse and throaty as he spoke. "Then I will let you out of this room. Call me petty, M/n, but I will beat you in every single competition or exam you sign up for. I will always be the first place."

Your heart ran wildly at his words. Beomgyu leaned downwards, his lips barely above yours. He grabbed your hand, pressing it to his lips gently. "It's the only way you could notice me, M/n..." He confessed, pressing his lips gently on yours once more.

Your arms moved on their own accord, reaching up to cup his face. Compared to the kiss just now, this one was gentler, softer. When the both of you parted, your answer was barely above a whisper. "Okay."

With your permission, Beomgyu's lips moved down to your neck, biting and suckling the skin on there. His other hand cupped your arousal, gently palming it through your pants. You let out a breathy groan, muttering his name. "Gyu..."

"I haven't heard that name from you in so long..." Beomgyu sighed, pressing light kissing across your skin as he moved down. "I really like the way my name comes out of your mouth, baby boy." He said, the cool tip of his fingers brushing past your nipple. You squeaked in surprise, your arm moving up to cover your face as he rolled the bud in between his fingers. "Ughh...Mhmm..."

"You're cute, prince." Even though you could not see his face, you know that Beomgyu is smiling. He removed your pants swiftly, pressing a kiss on your erection through your underwear. You twitched at his actions, letting out a suppressed sob. "Dont... P-please..."

"I know, prince." He slowly tug the fabric down, revealing your cock. You whimpered as he pressed a kiss on your tip, sticking a little of his tongue to lick at the slit. "Mhmm... You taste good, prince..."

You bit your lip, looking down at Beomgyu. He was kneeling betweem your legs, his hands now holding either of your thighs apart. No, one of them has wrapped around the base of your balls, gently massaging them. You look away in embarrassment, but Beomgyu patted your thigh with his other hand. "Look at me, baby." He said. You removed your arm from your eyes, following his instructions.

Seeing that you followed his instructions, the tips of Beomgyu's lips curled upwards. You watch him sank his head on your cock, and you threw your head back, moaning. "G-gyu, slow d-down!"

Beomgyu wasn't listening. He was sucking and licking on your cock like a lollipop, desperately bobbing his head up and down. With one of his fingers testingly circling your rim, Beomgyu hummed, the vibrations of his throat stimulating your cock.

Tears sprang to your eyes. "Gy-gyu, please! I need... I need t-" You babbled, your other hand gripping the carpet on the floor. Beomgyu removed his mouth from your cock, now jerking you off with his hands. "Go on, prince. Be a good boy and cum for me."

With his encouraging words, you came with a cry. White spurts of cum landed on your stomach, some spilling onto Beomgyu's jeans. Beomgyu crawled over you, pushing your shirt up and lapping on your nipples while you recover. Your fingers find his hair, tugging on them when you feel his teeth grazing your bud. "G-gyu..."

"Hmm?" He answered, looking up at you lazily. You look away from his eyes, biting the insides of your cheek. "If you w-want to... Want to take it to the n-next level..."

Beomgyu stared at you. "You're okay with that?" He asked. You nodded, closing your eyes. "But I've never done that before..."

Without warning, Beomgyu carried you up from under your arms and placed you onto the bed. You yelped in surprise as Beomgyu placed either of his knees on your sides. He took off the sweater he was wearing, throwing it to the floor where your pants and underwear are.

You propped yourself on your elbows, your eyes tracing the outline of his abs. Beomgyu grinned at your reaction. "Like what you see, prince?" He teased, reaching behind you. You hear him opening a drawer as his other hand grabbed your ankle. "Prop yourself with some pillows, prince."

You quickly followed his instructions, grabbing the nearest pillow and putting them below your neck. With a pop, Beomgyu poured lube over his fingers and your rim. You hissed at the coolness, tensing up.

"Now, I want you to choose a word. If you feel any discomfort, say the word and I'll stop immediately." Beomgyu said. You bit your lower lip. "Thursday." You whisper, and Beomgyu nodded in adknowledgment.

"Relax, prince." You feel Beomgyu's finger gently inserting into your hole. You arched your back, gasping as he pushed his finger in, massaging the muscles within. It feels weird, but with his muttered praises, a second finger is quickly added.

"Mhmm...." Your jaw went slack when he hit a particular spot. Noticing this, Beomgyu let out a low chuckle, pressing on the spot again. Your back arched as his other hand wrapped around your cock. "It's here, isn't it, M/n?" He asked, as you babbled incoherent phrases back to him. Stretching you, Beomgyu added a third finger, and you let out a sob as response.

Once he deemed that you were prepped enough for him, Beomgyu removed his own garments. You hear a package opening, knowing that he is putting on a condom. You feel his tip poking around your rim and you whined, turning your face away. Beomgyu leaned down, one of his hand interlocked with your fingers as he pushed in. You moaned in discomfort, but he had a strong hold over your hips. When Beomgyu bottomed out, the both of you let out a moan.

"Tell me w-when you're ready, prince." He kissed your earlobe. You relaxed, giving him the green light as soon as you were ready. He begin to thrust lightly and you moaned in return.

"You feel good, prince? You're so tight and warm.... Squeezing me so tightly... I love you, I love you so much..." Beomgyu's words filled your ears as the pace begin to quicken. His lips had found their way back to your sensitive and hard nipples, suckling on them as he pushed in and out with force. You let out strangled cries of pleasure as a bubble start to form in your stomach. "Gonna... Not gonna las-last..."

"It's okay, I'm close... Together?" He found your lips and kissed you again. With his words, fireworks seem to explode in your eyes as you came. "Gyu..!" You cried. Beomgyu nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, his thrusts becoming sloppy and slower, until he finally stopped and pulled out.

Rolling the condom off him and throwing it into the bin not far away, Beomgyu collasped next to you, spooning you as he pressed his lips to your temple. You laid in his embrace, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"So..." Your voice was hoarse. "This was what you want from winning the bet?"

"No." Beomgyu replied. He removed a pillow from under your neck and placed it under his own, his voice sleepy.

"You're the one I want from the start."

IDUBILU ON REPEAT WHILE I WROTE THIS!!!! yeah my first x male reader smut. sorry if it isn't the best, i'm trying to figure out how to describe those scenes (i've been reading a lot of other fics to try gain some experience but welp) but maybe i'll do better next time?

this was supposed to be joshua or jeonghan or soobin but i came across beomgyu's pics so its him hehe.

i really have a thing for soft vanilla smut BUT of course i wouldn't write that all the time... just let me read more and i'll write better next time (:

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Under Pressure

Summary: Jake is at a party with the rest of Enhypen. The boys are all looking for their partner for the night, but Jake feels hesitant to find someone. So the boys take it upon themselves to set someone up with Jake, to help him get there….

Notes: Enhpyen Vampires, Male Reader, Reference to Drunk Dazed timeline, idk what else

Wordcount: 3.5k

The night was cold and dark beside the street lamps that kept the street lit. You recheck your phone. It glowed the time, 9 PM, the time you were supposed to meet at this bus stop to ride out to the party.

You received an invitation hidden in your mail last week. A charcoal black envelope that read,

An Invitation To Our Bloody Birthday Party

And inside was the card with a neatly typed message.

You're invited to our bloody birthday party.

Sometimes, walking down the deadly path

Without fleeing from death itself

Can give rise to the most wondrous creation

We hope you will be able to come

The back of the card left instructions on where to find the transit bus to take you to the party. According to Google, it was some old mansion you hadn't seen before.

Originally you weren't going to go, but your friends also got the same invitation. After you were invited to the same party, it was decided you'd all go together. Even though the party felt strange and shady, your friends managed to coax you out of the house that night.

You texted your group chat. "Are you guys there already?"

You stared at your phone, waiting for a reply. Then you heard a soft honk in front of you. A bus was waiting with the door open.

"Are you getting on?" The driver asked.

You nodded and scrambled awkwardly into the bus. Other than the driver and you, it was empty. You took a seat toward the back, near a window, and put in your headphones. You played the first song in your playlist as you tried to distract yourself from the feeling of dread that hung on your shoulders. The bus ride was about twenty minutes, and you checked your phone every few minutes to check your messages.

Still nothing...

They must be having such a good time that they're not looking at their phones.

The bus stopped down the street of a large house with music and red lights pouring out of it. You stepped off the bus and it pulled away, the darkness of the lightless street taking over you. The only lights came from the single overhead lamp from the bus stop and the eerie red house.

You stepped into the darkness, along the sidewalk, toward the house. It was suffocating. Even the flashlight on your phone didn't make you feel any safer. And the sounds of wolves howling through the night in the distance make you almost break into a sprint.

Once you reached the house, you could see inside from the front door being left ajar. It was full of people; dancing, drinking, laughing, and screaming people...

"The party is more fun on the inside, you know?" A voice whispered in your ear.

You turned around to see a handsome man in front of you with black hair and a sharp look in his eye. Judging from his taste in jewelry, he came from some serious money. Prada, YXL, and Louis Vuitton from head to toe.

He nodded to you, "You alright? Need something to drink?"

You shook your head. "I'm just trying to find my friends! They got here before me."

"Oh, I get you. I can help you look for them if you'd like. It's a big house. You can get lost pretty easily there." He smiled, his white teeth shining in the red light. "I'm Jay, by the way."

"Hi Jay, I'm y/n..."

His eyebrow twitched at your name, but he didn't hesitate to continue talking to you. "So, you have your invite? We can't just let anyone walk in."

"You're the bouncer?"

He laughed. "Not exactly. It's just my turn to watch the door. My brothers are inside enjoying the party, and it'll be my turn to enjoy it soon."

"You're brothers?"

"Yeah. It's my birthday tonight."

You almost let your jaw drop. "I–I didn't realize it was your birthday! Happy Birthday!" You awkwardly slapped his shoulder, trying to play it cool.

"Thanks. Why don't you go in and find your friends? If you see my brothers, tell them that Jake's gift is somewhere hidden in the house."

You nodded. You wanted to ask what his brothers looked like, but you couldn't help but feel that talking to him wasn't the best move. His eyes got sharp like he wasn't looking at you but looking through you. Listening very closely to something...

"Go on now. I've gotta greet some more guests soon." He said, through what sounded like gritted teeth.

You moved inside, worming your way through people and trying not to bump into anyone. Your friends were nowhere in sight.

The air inside was foggy, like from a machine, but tasted sweet like strawberries. The lights made your eyes hurt a little at first but it eventually passed. You ended up in a kitchen, one of the few quieter rooms in the house. Inside was a boy with platinum blonde hair holding a cup of red liquid.

"Oh? Someone lost?" He asked as he turned to face you. His face was smaller than Jay's, he was also a little shorter, but his eyes gave you the impression he knew something you didn't and he wore a smirk on his face while speaking.

"Yeah. I was just looking for my friends." You replied.

"It's a big house. You should be careful you don't get lost. Everyone is toward the living room and dining room. And, you can check the second floor but you may... walk in on some people enjoying the party." He giggled when he mentioned walking in on people.

"Oh yeah... that's no good." You were stiff with him. He was really pretty and you kind of didn't know how to speak to him.

"You, okay? Need a drink to loosen up?" He held out his drink.

Shaking your head, "No thank you. Pouring your drinks and everything."

He took a sip of it and offered it again. "See? Perfectly safe. So try some!" He pushed the drink closer to your hand. Somehow the closer he got, the prettier too.

"O-Okay... One sip wouldn't hurt." You took a sip of the red drink. It tasted like strawberries mixed with club soda but the carbonation was stronger than you were expecting, making you choke. "What's this again?"

He laughed at you. "It's just strawberry Fanta. Nothing special."

You stifle a cough to try and compose yourself. "Um, I'm y/n."

The man took another minute to calm down before replying, "Sunoo. It's my birthday today!"

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "No way! Someone at the front door told me it was their birthday! Weird coincidence."

Sunoo tilted his head. "The door? You mean Jay, right?"

You nodded.

"He's my brother! My brothers and I all celebrate our birthdays together, so today's all of our birthdays."

You feigned understanding of their weird birthday habit. "So how many brothers do you have?"

"There are seven of us total."

"Seven–"

Sunoo giggled at your reaction. "Yes. Me, Jay, Sunghoon, Heeseung, Ni-ki, Jungwon, and Jake."

The last name rang out in your ears, remembering Jay's words.

"Oh! Then, I was supposed to tell you that Jake's gift is hidden somewhere in the house."

Sunoo raised his eyebrow, looking you up and down. "Oh really? Did Jay give any hints on what it looks like?"

You shook your head. "Nope. Jay must want Jake to go on a scavenger hunt or something?"

He nodded in understanding. "Then I should go tell my brothers so they can get Jake to start looking. Good luck with finding your friends!" Sunoo waved goodbye as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with the thumping bass of the speakers keeping you company.

No new messages from your friends. You sent them another text, mentioning you're looking for them before you leave the kitchen.

Heading towards another open area, you spot someone who looked familiar and tried to get to them. You stumble on something and bump into someone. Looking up at the person you bumped into, there was a huge red stain on his white shirt. The man's face spelled irritation. He was tall, had dark hair, and his skin was white like snow.

"Can you watch it!? Are you drunk?" He pushed you off him before storming down a hallway.

You dusted yourself off and stood up. Looking back over to where you saw the familiar figure, they were gone. You frantically scanned the room, searching, until you saw them walking upstairs. You rushed to follow them up the stairs, moving through the living room, to catch a guy with brown hair and cat-like eyes watching you as you ran by. Something about him felt off, but you couldn't place it and didn't have time to stop.

Upstairs, you found a hallway full of closed doors. You couldn't see the figure anywhere, but you were sure they'd gone this way. You approached one door and put your ear up to it. It was hard to hear the music, but you could faintly hear moaning from the other side. You moved onto the next door, which was silent. You carefully turned the knob and started to push open the door. Before you could open it completely, you felt a hand on your shoulder that pulled you around. A man with black hair and a striped black and white shirt stood before you, red liquid dripping from his mouth.

"Hey there, pretty boy. What are you doing sneaking around up here?"

He boxed you in, he had you pinned against the door, and his grip was like metal. "I–I didn't know I wasn't allowed up here, I swear!"

He chuckled. "Nonsense! It's a party. Nowhere's off limits!" He pulled you closer. "Do you wanna enjoy the party with me–how about in there?" His eyes pointed to the door you were leaning on.

"I'm just looking for my friend. I'm kind of–"

"Lost?" He cut you off. "Please don't say lost..." His voice was still deep and sultry, but you could hear a soft tone of hurt behind those last words.

"Not exactly. Just turned around."

"What's your name, love?" He asked.

"It's y/n."

"Well, y/n. It's my birthday tonight, and I think I'd like my gift from you now." He got closer as he spoke.

"W–Well, my friend has the gift!" You lied. You forgot it was a birthday party, so you didn't bring a gift.

"You can give me something I want." He put his hand on your face, stroking your cheek. "God, your skin is so soft. Your lips are so cute. You're my type..."

"And so is everyone else, Heeseung. Take it down a notch." Another voice from down the hallway spoke. The boy from before on the couch approached the two of you, his eyes scanning Heeseung. "You've had too much to drink, so walk it off."

Heeseung looked like he wanted to protest, but the shorter boy pulled him closer. "Don't forget. Jake's gift is here. He needs this, and we all agreed to help."

Heeseung sighed before turning to you. "Okay, sorry, lovely. We can't dance together tonight." He winked as he wandered back toward the stairs.

The other boy walked over to you. "You okay? He didn't do anything to you?"

"No, I'm alright. Thanks for the save from that creep."

"My brother is a bit of an attention whore if he drinks too much, it's a horrible habit. I'm sorry about that."

You mentally punched yourself for calling his brother a creep. "Sorry about the creep comment I didn't know–"

"Brother or not, a creep is a creep." He sighed. "I'm Jungwon. It's nice to meet you, y/n."

"How'd you know my name? I didn't tell you it yet..."

"You said it when Heeseung asked, didn't you?"

You nodded slowly. "Yeah... I guess I did." Did that mean he was standing there for that long before stepping in? "So, I'm guessing it's also your birthday?"

The boy nodded.

"Happy Birthday, Mr..."

"Jungwon. And you can drop the mister."

"Happy Birthday, Jungwon."

Jungwon smiled. "Thank you. I hope you're enjoying the party and my brother didn't bother you too badly."

"I'm enjoying it. I just really wish I could find my friends..."

Jungwon scratched his head. "They might be in the room at the end of this hall, the door on the right."

"Oh! That's amazing! Thank you!" You dashed off to find your friends before they had a chance to slip away again. But then it hit you. You never told Jungwon what your friends looked like. Turning to look where he was, he disappeared.

You went to the door Jungwon told you about, putting your ear up to it, no moaning this time. You checked your sides. No Heeseung either.

You opened the door and poked your head in. Two men were sitting on the bed, both facing away from you.

"Jake, it's easy. You can't go this long without quality food. We both know that. This party is perfect, and these people won't remember a thing the next morning. You'll just be a weird dream to them." The first guy said. He turned in your direction, noticing you at the door. He had an eyebrow slit and blonde hair with an undercut. "Jake, it's time. Happy Birthday." He put his hand on Jake's shoulder, squeezing it tight, before leaving the room. He brushed past you, smelling like a soft mint, and his eyes looking straight into yours.

You could hear his voice but his lips didn't move. "Don't be a letdown..."

You looked back at the other man in the room who was now looking at you. He had wavy blonde hair and a wet look in his eyes.

He jolted to his feet. "O-Oh, I didn't know someone else was–"

You put your hands up in defense. "No, that's all me! I didn't mean to interrupt your moment or whatever!"

Jake squeezed one of his wrists. "Would you come in?"

You looked back over your shoulder, out the door. Your friends were somewhere around here.

Jake's voice was more stern, "Come sit."

Your body moved into the room and obediently sat down on the bed. You couldn't control yourself. Next thing you knew, you were sitting next to him. You couldn't stand and walk out, and your legs wouldn't move.

"You're a little close," Jake muttered.

You nervously scooted away from him.

"I–I didn't mean to leave! Please don't go!" He begged.

You moved back.

"What is happening?" You nervously whispered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you do that..." Jake knelt on the ground in front of you. "You hate me for that, don't you?" The look you gave him must've confirmed it for him because he shrunk into himself, rolling onto his side like a sad puppy.

"Oh, I–I'm just a little confused. I'm not mad, I don't think." You assured him.

He sprouted back up. "Really? You're not mad? I didn't mean to do that, it just happens sometimes. My powers are fucked up since I haven't eaten in a while."

"There's plenty of food downstairs. I can grab you some."

He shook his head. "No, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"You met Heeseung, right? If he saw you walking around, he'd probably eat you on the spot."

"Eat me?" Your expression was full of disgust. "I didn't know he was that creepy."

"My brother isn't bad! He's just had too much to drink." Jake said defensively.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Jake looked like he was too nervous to speak, and you were still checking if your legs would work properly. The silence was broken by a knock at the door.

A head peaked in slightly. It was Jungwon! You were saved!

"Jake!" He called.

Jake looked at Jungwon, and as they locked eyes, it was just silence. It was like a conversation, but you couldn't hear anything, and their mouths weren't moving.

After a moment, Jungwon turned to you. "Hi y/n. I need a favor from you."

You nodded. "Anything. I still owe you for earlier."

Jungwon smiled. "Well, I'm going to use that now." He got closer and whispered to you, "I need you to seduce Jake."

You pulled away and looked at him in bewilderment. "Why!?"

"Lower your tone when addressing me." He commanded.

You suddenly felt small and helpless under his eyes. "Sorry."

"Jake. My friend here is interested in you, but he's a little shy. Could you show him a good time?" Jungwon emphasized 'good time' as clearly as he could for Jake. He smiled and shut the door as he left, locking it from the outside.

Suddenly you were some sex sacrifice to his guy. And why were his brothers so desperate to get him laid!?

Jake turned to you. "Are you really into me?" His voice reverberated into you, commanding the truth from you.

"I'm not sure, kind of turned on by this. But I'm still mostly scared about not being able to control my body. I guess I just want to know what's going on..." You said frankly. You then realized your mouth was moving. "Why–"

Jake held up his hand. "I want to be honest and comfortable with you. Can I?"

You slowly nodded, cautious of his next move.

Jake moved closer, his hands resting on your thigh. "My brothers and I are vampires. And we feed on blood, just like the ones in the movies. But we've got some extra stuff, like commanding human minds."

You just stared at him, waiting for him to say he was joking. But he wasn't laughing.

"I–" Jake's face flushed pink. "I haven't fed on a human in a long time... and it's intimate."

"How long?"

"Like... maybe a hundred years?"

"Why?"

"I'm not used to control and power. I am used to it, just not always a feeling I enjoy." Jake looked up at you, deep into your eyes. "Please understand me..."

You immediately felt for him. Sympathetic even. "Of course I understand you, that's hard. I couldn't imagine having sex every time I was hungry."

He shook his head. "It's not sex! I'm not having sex with you to feed!"

"Okay! My bad!" You put your hands up in defense.

"I–I'm sorry. The hunger is making me really... moody."

"Can you eat like, not people?"

Jake nodded. "That's what I've always done. But after a while, it works less. I've started experiencing urges."

"Urges?"

"Like... if I'm not focused and I get hungry. I could just devour a whole person if I'm not holding myself back."

Your eyes widened.

"Well, not you! I won't do that to you!" Jake tried to hold you, but you shrunk away from him. "I also hate that. I don't like people looking at me like a monster. Heeseung lives for it, which is why he feeds the most out of us."

"Wait, all of you are vampires!? What about the people at the party? Are they vampires too!?"

Jake shook his head. "No. The party is how we stock up on blood for a long time. Luring in people, knocking them out, and then we drink some and store more blood elsewhere. The most that humans experience is a headache, like a bad hangover. They don't even remember us. Unless you're like Heeseung."

"What happened with Heeseung?" You shivered, feeling how he was so close to you.

"He... is a more traditional vampire. Drinking until they drop pumping, if you get me. But he believes sex is the best way for a human to end, to feel their high right before he digs in." Jake looked away as if remembering horrible memories.

"So, I just let you bite me, and I won't remember anything? I can still go home after." You asked.

Jake nodded. "Pretty much, but I don't like forcing people to–:

You rolled up your sleeve. "Is my arm okay, or do you have to be my neck?"

Jake hopped to his feet, "You'd just let me drink from you?"

You nodded. "If I have to. I feel if I fight, I'll be given to Heeseung..."

"No, I'd never let him have you! You're nice!" Jake pulled your sleeve down, covering your veins. "I won't bite you unless you want me to. If you don't want me to, I'll sneak you out of the house and let you go."

You considered his offer closely. If Jake let you go, you'd remember the existence of vampires and probably ruin every vampire show for the rest of time. And if you let him bite you, then it's just a foggy memory. But then you remembered.

"What about my friends? If I leave, what will you do to them?"

"My brothers stick to our routine pretty seriously. So they should get the same routine as everyone else. A drain and release."

"Unless Heeseung."

Jake nodded. "Well, I can keep him off anyone else." Jake's eyes glittered in the moonlight from the window. They had an honest sense, loyal to their promises.

You sighed. "Promise me I won't end up dead."

"I promise. I'll guard you with my life." Jake smiled.

Laying back on the bed, you closed your eyes. "Okay... bite me then." There was movement and warmth, and you could feel his breath on your neck. You couldn't help but shake and brace for the pain. But it never came.

You opened your eyes slowly, holding your head and slowly sitting up. You were in a bedroom with sunlight pouring in from the window. The room was familiar, but it wasn't your room. You moved to sit in bed, only to realize you weren't alone. A handsome blonde man was lying in bed with you, both tucked under the covers.

"Jake?" You whispered, remembering everything from the night before right until you closed your eyes. "Why do I know who you are?

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Him or Me

Summary: You've been put together for a group project with Heeseung, another one of Jake's friends. Jake is sure Heeseung is plotting to take you away from him, so Jake has to make sure you know where you belong... Notes: Male reader, handjob (Jake rec.), cum swallowing, Jealous Jake, Teasing Heeseung

Wordcount: 1.9k

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The clock was five minutes away from ending class, ticking loudly as it echoed in the silent class. It was another exam for you to do, which you finished almost thirty minutes ago but you had to wait till the end of class for an announcement from your professor.

Next to you, your boyfriend, Jake, was struggling through the last part of the exam. It was a free response, so you knew he’d take a while before deciding to write.

“You might want to write something soon, you’re running out of time,” you whisper to him. 

He glared at you knowingly, not trying to get in trouble for talking too loudly. 

You played on your phone until the last second of the exam when the alarm went off. The student assistants collected all the papers, Jake was still scribbling the last of his answers before they had to take it from him. Once all the exams were collected, the professor explained our next major assignment. A small interview with another person in the class to understand unique points of view when put in new situations.

Jake beamed with excitement at hearing an easy grade. A simple Q&A with his boyfriend to boost his grades was just what he needed after the exam. But Jake shrank back into his seat when the professor announced they’d already been assigned partners by a personality quiz they’d given on the first day.

“Each of you has been matched with someone you may potentially click with because of your similar personalities. Or, you could be purposefully put with someone who strongly opposes your beliefs too. Make sure to keep things civil and respectful. That’s all.” The professor sent out the email of who’s been put with whom and left the class before anyone could protest about their partners.

Jake searched the list for his name but he found yours first. “Oh! Babe, you’re with…”

You noticed Jake stopped talking. “What is it?”

Jake’s expression darkened with irritation. “It’s… him.”

“Him, who?”

“Him, me, I’m guessing. Right, Jake?” A familiar voice sounded cheerfully behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see Heeseung standing there. Heeseung had a weird love-hate relationship with Jake. On some things, they’d be the best of friends over. On other topics, it would be impossible to think they’d ever get along.

Heeseung looked you up and down. “Hey, y/n. It’s good to see you,” he winked.

Jake let out a huff of air before packing the rest of his things.

“Oh? Jake, don’t be like that.” Heeseung swung his arm over your shoulder, leaning on you. “It’s not like we’re going to do anything bad, it’s just a project!” He giggled with joy at messing with Jake.

You honestly loved seeing Jake get jealous. Heeseung had a naturally flirty nature to him, so Jake was always on guard with him when it came to you. But he was still your boyfriend, so you had to support Jake, even if he was hard-headed.

“Jake, why don’t we interview at your place? You can sit with us and be there the whole time.” You shrugged off Heeseung’s arm and hugged Jake’s back. “Please?”

Jake took a moment to consider it. And Heeseung chimed in.

“Unless you want him to be at my place?” He smiled devilishly, trying to goad Jake into talking.

Jake took the bait without hesitation. “No! Both of you will meet me at my place.” He turned to you, “You’ll be there an hour before he gets there.” Then turned to Heeseung, “and you’ll leave as soon as you’re done.” Jake huffed again as he took your hand and pulled you along with him out of the classroom as Heeseung let the two of you walk by. 

“It’s always a good time talking to you Jake!” He shouted as Jake stormed down the hallway.

Getting to Jake’s house, he was quiet the whole ride over. Jake loved talking to you, even if it was about nothing, he loved getting to hear you speak to him. But you couldn’t think of anything to say while you knew he was in his head, he wouldn’t even hear you anyway

Jake parked at his place, got out of the car, and opened your door for you. Even when angry, Jake could never forget his manners. He unlocked the front door, let you walk in first, and then started making a snack for the two of you.

It was still bothering him, but he was trying to act like it wasn’t.

“Jake. Please talk to me, babe.” You begged.

“What do you wanna talk about?” 

“Anything, I just want to hear you.”

“Do you like Heeseung?”

You knew he was going to throw that at you. “No. I don’t. And you know I don’t like it when you imply that I’d leave you for him like that.”

Jake looked at you with wet eyes. “I know… He just gets under my skin without even trying! It’s just so–”

The doorbell rang.

You both looked at each other before he walked to the door to answer it. You followed him to see who was there. Jake opened the door to see Heeseung standing outside.

“What the hell? What are you doing here so early? We just got home.”

Heeseung shrugged. Y/n shares their location with me, so I figured I’d just come over now so we can get to work sooner. Then maybe we could go get some dinner later.

Jake cocked his head to the side and looked at you with a glare.

“Jake, we’re friends. Friends share their locations. Heeseung even has your location.” You complained.

Jake turned his attention to Heeseung again. “He’s not going anywhere with you.”

“I meant, we all go out to dinner,” Heeseung said dryly. 

“Whatever, just come in and do the friggin thingy already,” Jake said as he walked away from the door and back into the kitchen.

You let Heesung in and closed the door behind him. You set up an audio recording on your phone and started asking him some of the interview questions you were assigned. Jake stood in the doorway, watching the two of you like a hawk.

Jake eventually started squirming and shuffling. Then sighing loudly. Even tapping his foot. All signs that Jake was ready for Heeseung to wrap it up, but it was ruining your audio recording. 

Heeseung must’ve noticed that you were getting irritated because he asked for a quick break. He pushed his chair away from the table and leaned back in it, manspreading widely. “Jakey, why don’t you come sit with us? You can sit on my lap while I answer the questions since you’re going to be a baby about it. Does the baby need to sit on my lap?” Heeseung teased.

Jake made a face and sat down in a chair next to you, dragging it on the floor to make a bunch of noise. He gently took your hand and kissed the back of it before letting you continue with the interview, but he didn’t let go of your hand. Every few answers, you could see Jake roll his eyes or make a face at Heeseung. Eventually, it was getting to be too much of a distraction for Heeseung, as he was starting to tease Jake back.

“Okay, how about we have a bit longer of a break? I gotta talk to Jake for a few.” You pushed Jake out of his seat and made him go into your shared bedroom. You closed and locked the door behind you. 

“Jesus, Jake! What am I going to do with you?” You fussed.

“I–” Jake started but stopped himself from giving an excuse. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to get in the way. He’s just so… him.”

“What makes you think he has something that I’m looking for in a boyfriend that you don’t already have? You have everything I could want.” You stroke his cheek as you come close to him for a soft kiss on his lips.

Jake wrapped his arms around you. He slipped his tongue into the kiss and you gasped as he picked you up. He carried you to the bed and sat down on the bed, letting you rest on his lap. He placed soft kisses on your collarbone before giving bites on your flesh, moving up your neck to your ears. His hands spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He started playing with your thighs, slowly crawling up until he got to the waistline of your pants.

You stop him. “Heeseung’s still here, if we do that he’ll hear us.” 

Jake frowned. “Does he even matter right now? It’s our time.”

You kissed him again. “We can have that kind of fun tonight, okay? After dinner.” You tried to climb off of Jake, but he wouldn’t let you go.

“You can’t leave me like this…” He looks down at the tent in his pants. “It hurts so bad, I need you.”

“My poor baby,” you cooed at him as your hand rubbed him through his jeans. “We can’t fuck, but I can at least help you, okay?”

Jake nodded as a look of relief spilled across his face from your touch, his hips lifting to rub against your hand.

You climb off him and slide his pants down enough for his cock to spill out into your hands. The throbbing, dripping shaft of him jumped as you touched it. His tip was already leaking like crazy, and you used your fingers to rub over it. Earning moans and twitches of pleasure. 

“More,” Jake demanded. “Please…” He corrected himself as he felt you squeeze his cock tightly, warning him to keep his head on.

You moved your hand up and down his cock, his hips automatically moving to meet you. The feeling was already the best for him. He loved feeling touch from you, even just a pat on the head could get him rock hard. You speed up as you see his eyes shut and his face scrunched so cutely.

“T-That’s it, keep going!” He begged.

You took it further; focusing one hand on his tip and the other on his base, working him over completely. 

Jake could barely keep still, shaking and his right leg kept twitching. He whimpered to you, “I’m so close, p-please, help me. I don’t want a mess.”

You brought your mouth down to his tip and replaced your hand with it, preparing for him to finish in your mouth. The wet sensations were enough to immediately knock him over, as he shot his cum down your throat with one hand in his hair. The other hand was holding your hand that was still stroking him.

“P-Please, stop!” Jake whined as you milked him completely for another minute. He convulsed and tears threatened his eyes. It was enough to make his eyes roll back and he held in a scream as you got the last drop of him. When you let go of him, he breathlessly thanked you before drifting off into unconsciousness.

You tucked him into bed properly and kissed his forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”

You went back to Heeseung to finish your interview undisturbed. Heeseung asked about where Jake went, sounding kind of sour like he’d known the answer already. 

“Jake felt a little tired after we talked. So I let him go to sleep so we could finish. I guess we’ll have to pass on that dinner tonight.” You smiled coyly.

Heeseung smiled and left you alone as he went back home. Letting you get back to your boyfriend who was beginning to stir. Maybe Jake would be ready for round two by now…

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Converse High — Jake Sim X Male Reader

➟Summary: Off handedly Jake mentioned being into his partner wearing skirts in bed, he didn’t think it was all that special but the thought didn’t leave your mind.

➟Potential Warnings: SMUT DNI IF UNDERAGE I BEG OF THEE, bottom male reader, top Jake reader, BOYS! IN!! SKIRTS!!!, fingering, unprotected sex (y’all please don’t, stay safe out there), swearing, horribly written dirty talk, light spanking, edging I guess?, author wrote this while stoned so it might not make ANY sense:)

➟Word Count: around 2,010 words

<<Anyway, when you meet me don’t wear Converses / It’s too hard to take them off of you >>

You had talked before about certain things you both would be open to trying in the bedroom, Jake confessing that he thinks skirts looked hot on everyone — yes even his boyfriend. Especially his boyfriend. The thought of wearing something that was traditionally considered to be more feminine intrigued you, so you found the cheapest one online and got overnight shipping. You were surprised at how much you actually liked it.

The material was soft, the pattern simple but pretty. The black fabric fit around your waist before flaring out, ending a couple inches above your knee. Even though the article of clothing was not made for your build — or your gender but fuck that — it still flattered your body, you felt…pretty.

You pulled on a black tshirt and a gray sweatshirt that were scattered on your bedroom floor, quickly putting on socks and your high tops before running over to Jake’s house. You texted him saying you had a surprise, not specifying what he should expect. As he opened the door after you knocked, his eyes widened as he was met with the sight of his boyfriend in a black skater skirt and — his — gray crew neck.

He didn’t bother trying to hide his eagerness, roughly pulling you in to his house before closing the door and leading you up to his room. He pushed you up against his bedroom door after you both entered his room, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

“Do you like it?” your voice as a shy whisper, looking up at him with a nervous expression.

“Like it?” Jake’s hands were placed on your hips, his thumbs caressing the black fabric. “You look so pretty how could I not like it?”

Your smile grew as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer and kissing his lips. He immediately deepened the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening. His crotch grinding up into yours, his hands squeezing the bottom of your thighs. You had done this many times and knew he was telling you to jump up so you did, wrapping your legs around his hips as he held you up against the door. The gasp that left your mouth at his continued hip motions let Jake lick into your mouth, his grip on the bottom of your thighs was harsh and surely enough to leave a mark.

“My pretty boy” Jake’s mouth had began leaving kisses on your jawline, his crotch still grinding up with yours. “He got all dressed up for me didn’t he?”

His lips started to press onto your neck, knowing exactly where to press your buttons to drive you insane. “For you. Only you.” You panted out, harshly pulling at his hair.

“Damn right it’s only for me” he started to bite at the skin on your neck, darkening your skin with red and purple hues. “Only I get to rile you up, only I get to make you feel this good”

He tightened his grip on you as he walked you to his bed. Your back hit the mattress below you, hands caging you down as Jake stood between your legs. His lips found yours again, his lower half grinding up on yours. His hands traveled up underneath your shirt, grazing the smooth skin as he traveled around your torso.

He detached his lips from yours to lift your T-shirt and sweater over your head, before pressing rough kisses to your neck and above your collarbone. Your hands ran through his dark strands of hair on his nape, giving it a hard tug when Jake bites at the sensitive skin on your neck.

He stands up straight, removing his white shirt before going to take off your shoes. Instead of untying the laces — like anyone normal person would — he immediately tries tugging off the shoe. You start giggling once you see him struggle to take off your high tops.

“Fucking hell why are these so hard to take off” Jake chuckles out, leaning back down to kiss your lips again. Your hands cradling his face as you eagerly return his pecks, letting out little giggles in between each one. “I love how they look but please don’t wear these anymore”

“But I thought you liked when I dressed all pretty for you?” your bottom lip jutted, you looked up at him with a pout. “That’s why I bought this.” You were referencing the pleated skirt that you had impulsively put on before going over to Jake’s apartment.

“Then I guess I just won’t take them off.” Instead of continuing to try and take off your shoes, his hands moved to your thighs. He squeezed the plush skin before moving up to your boxers. He tugged them down in one swift motion, pulling them over your knees and off your legs — over the high tops. “Turn over darling”

You eagerly switched to pressing your knees to the mattress below you, your back arched towards him as you pulled a pillow under your chin to hold. Your hands gripped the soft pillow below you, having a breeze hit your cheeks was new but you weren’t complaining. All you had on was the pleated skirt, your white socks and your high tops. You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, the sight of him causing you to inhale.

His sweatpants were low on his hips, his hands cupping your ass while he bit his lip at the sight before him. “Fuck that’s my good boy.”

Your face burned at the praise, goosebumps spreading across your skin as his hands grazed the skin of your rear end. He reached over to the lube underneath his pillow, kept there for….reasons. He opened the cap and immediately poured some of the cold liquid on your hole, bringing out some sharp gasps from your mouth. After tossing the bottle back on the duvet, he ran his finger across your hole, teasing at the rim.

“Jakey please just-“ the nickname caused his hand to sharply smack your cheek, eliciting a loud yelp from your lips.

“You and I know damn well I want to take my sweet time with you.” He pushes his first finger in, not much but it already had the familiar heat in your lower stomach growing. The amount of lube cause a squelching noise to sound out as his first finger moved about, he liked it messy. His middle finger was teasing at the rim before he pulled out his first finger, only to push both in. The stretch wasn’t much but it still had your grip on the pillow tightening. The two fingers scissorered inside you, making you let out soft hums.

Jakes fingers curled inside you, hitting the bundle of nerves in you that had you sharply inhale. You heard a low chuckle as Jake began to repeatedly hit at the very spot again and again, your moans growing louder as the heat in your lower stomach rose.

“Fuck I’m close!” You yelled out, grinding back on his fingers. Just as you felt yourself close to tipping over, all sensation left your body as Jake removed his fingers. You let out a cry as you turned back to look at him, catching the amused gaze on his face.

“Not yet baby.” He roughly flipped you onto your back, kissing up your chest. His hands pulled down his sweatpants, pulling his length out before reaching for the bottle of lube again. You snatched the bottle before he could, sitting up and pouring a more than generous amount on your palm.

Jake raised an eyebrow at you in confusion, quickly morphing into a face of pure bliss as you stroked his cock from base to head. He tilted his head back and let out a soft sigh, your lubed hand moving up and down in an expert manner. He removed your hand after a couple heartbeats, gently pushing you back down and standing between your legs. His feet were still flat on the hardwood floor, his hips meeting yours as he spread your legs.

The second he pushed his cock deep inside you, you both had to pause for a second to adjust — and also to calm down so you both don’t immediately cum after 10 seconds. His hands pushed your thighs towards your chest, you immediately held the back of your knees as he began to move.

The rhythm was slow and sensual, letting you get used to the feeling of being full. “Let me know when you’re ready for more okay sweetheart?”

You nodded, your grip on your thighs tightening as he found your pleasure points. Jake was bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, even after almost 2 years of dating it still took some adjusting to. Jake knew every inch of your body, he knew where to pay attention to and how to make you feel good.

“Faster please!” You moaned out, Jake’s smile immediately turning into a crooked smirk as he picked up his pace. The sounds of his skin meeting yours, the obscene noise of the excessive amount of lube, both of your pants and whines filled the room. Jakes cock hitting your pleasure point inside you every thrust, your nails began to dig into the flesh on your thighs.

Jake paused for a second, and lifted both of your legs up to rest on his shoulders. The laces of your high tops moved with every thrust, Jakes pace quickening. Your hands moved to the bedsheets next to your head, your mind clouded in ecstasy as the heat in your stomach returned.

“God you look so good in this” Jake lifted the end of the skirt, pulling it up to drape over your abdomen. “So pretty, fuck, my pretty boy”

You could feel yourself getting closer to your high, Jakes thrusts driving you insane. “Don’t come yet sweet boy I didn’t give you permission, you gotta wait for me”

You screamed out, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as your high became closer. It didn’t take long for Jake to catch up — mf almost came on the spot when he opened the door earlier and saw you in a skirt.

“Cum for me sweetheart” Jake gasped out as his thrust became sloppy. After a few tugs onto your cock, you came in spurts all over the fabric of the skirt. Jake quickly pulled out before coming on your skirt as well, both of you slumped together as you tried catching your breaths.

After a couple minutes of silence — both of you trying to slow down your heart rates — you joked, “So I take it you like the skirt?”

Jake let out a loud laugh, his head resting near yours on the mattress as he lifted himself up on his elbows. “Liked it?”

His brown eyes were locked with yours, he leaned in to press a soft kiss on your cheek. “I love it,” his mouth travelled down your jaw to continue pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck. “then again anything you wear looks good.”

“You also look good naked but I think that’s just you.” It was your turn to let out a chuckle, lightly shoving Jake to the side. You both were engulfed in a blanket of soft laughter and even softer kisses.

After some time you took off your socks and high tops — actually taking the time to untie the laces — as well as the black skirt, throwing it to a corner of his room to worry about later. You snuggled into Jake’s side, hearing him let out a sigh of content as he began to run his hands through your hair.

“I love you so much sweetheart.” He left a delicate kiss on the crown of your head, both of your naked bodies pressed against each others.

“Love you too Jakey.” The last thing you heard before drifting off into sleep was his soft snores, holding you tightly as you felt your eyelids become heavier.

Uhmm so yeah hope it was at least coherent? I can’t believe I wrote 2000+ words of pure filth but I guess I did so here ya go. I’m open to writing more smuts in the future I just NEED IDEAS IM GOING THROUGH HORRIFIC WRITER’S BLOCK ! That’s all for now, as always feel free to inbox/message me if you want to - V ㋛

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im craving for service top soft innie male reader please ZIM CRUSHING ON HIM SO HARD

THAT MAKES TWO OF US OMG i love innie sm its not even funny anymore,,,

alright lets set the scene. you and innie are on a super cute date at the botanical gardens, and then you plan to to go to a little diner afterwards because you are starting to complain about being hungry.

he's holding your hand as you both look at all the plants, and you see these really pretty pink flowers. you had never seen any flower like them before. you gasp, quickly pulling out your phone from your pocket.

"innie, take a picture with the flowers! i need a new lock screen!" you say, lightly pushing him over to the flowers. he huffs, but crouches down by the flowers. he sniffs them while you snap a bunch of pictures. once he deems you've taken enough pictures, he stands up straight, groaning like an old man (he's 22, mind you).

"oi, i can't bend down like that. old knees," he says, which makes you laugh. he smiles as you laugh, the sound reminding him of someone strumming the strings of a harp.

"you've been hanging around hyunjin too much. you're becoming too dramatic." you say once your laughs die down into chuckles. you slip your hand in his, your fingers locking with his longer ones. you both walk around for a bit longer, until your stomach decides to make its hunger known by grumbling loudly.

you feel your cheeks and ears get warm and you look away in embarrassment. innie just chuckles before squeezing your hand. "are you getting hungry? i know i am."

you hum in agreement, the two of you walking back to the parking lot where you parked your car.

after a tasty dinner at the diner, the sun has started to set, the moon and stars taking over. you ask innie if he wants you to drop him off at his college dorm, but he shakes his head and says he's staying the night with you.

now, who are you to deny him of that?

so you agree, and you drive him to your apartment just a few blocks away from the campus. you park your car and you get out, making your way to your apartment.

once you both are inside, you feel innie's hands wrap around you from the back. he nuzzles his face into your neck, his dark strands of hair tickling your skin.

you feel him place soft little kisses on your exposed neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your arms. you let out a content hum, and you feel his hand slowly inch towards the hem of your jeans. now you understand.

innie wants to get laaaiiid.

so that's how you find yourself on your bed, rid of all clothes, your boyfriend in between your legs, his mouth wrapped around your hard length.

you're whining and writhing, desperately wanting to buck your hips up into his warm mouth, but he's got a pretty nice grip on your hips. your fists are gripping the duvet below you, wrinkling it. all you can hear are the lewd sounds of slurping and sucking, and you feel like you could explode.

"innie, i cant take anymore," you whine out, bringing your hand down to push his head away from your sensitive dick, but he doesn't budge.

he just keeps sucking, and you end up spilling into his mouth with a sharp cry of his name. you couldn't hold it anymore, and he knew that. your body falls limp as your chest heaves up and down.

innie swallows the load, wiping his mouth with his forearm. he crawls onto the bed, hovering over you. he just smiles fondly at your fucked-out state, his hands pushing your sweaty fringe away from your face. he leans down and kisses you softly, his slender hands softly caressing your chest and stomach. his tongue slips and glides along yours as he swallows any moan that comes from you.

he pulls away from the slobbery kiss, his eyes staring into yours. you can see all the love he has for you in his dark eyes, and it makes your stomach flutter.

"i love you so much, you have no idea," he says, peppering kisses on your tear-stained cheeks. "i want to spend forever with you."

you loop your arms around his neck loosely, your fingers twirling his deep brown locks of hair. "i love you too, innie. i want to be yours for as long as you'll have me."

"that means forever. as soon as we graduate, i'm putting a ring on your finger." he chuckles, his hand inching to your ass. you feel his fingers prodding at your puckered hole, until he slips his pointer finger in.

you let out a soft gasp at the sudden intrusion, your arms tightening around his neck. he slips his finger in and out until he adds in his middle finger. he takes his slow, his eyes watching your face. he doesn't tear his gaze away for a second, he likes watching the faces you make because of his actions.

of course, his own dick is so hard that it's almost painful, but he refuses to chase his own pleasure before yours. he likes to make sure you get the pleasure you need before he does, because he knows that eventually you'll beg to get him off. that's just the dynamic you guys have.

once innie decides that you're stretches enough for his fat dick, he pulls his digits out of you. he adjusts his position so that he's sitting in between your legs. he lines his dick up with your hole, and he pushes the tip in. he drinks in the little whine that falls from your parted lips. his hand finds its place on your lower stomach, this thumb drawing little shapes on the sweaty skin.

he gets his length all the way in, and he starts at a gentle pace. he feels sweat beading at his hairline, short pants coming from him as you clench around his cock.

once you tap his hand, a sign to tell him that you want more, he begins to thrust. he sticks with short but powerful thrusts, the tip of his cock kissing that sweet spot deep inside you.

you start to moan in time with his thrusts, and he honestly believes that he could cum just from hearing the noises you let out. he tries to think about something that isn't related y to you, in hopes of postponing his release a bit longer. he would hate to cut this moment short because he can't control himself around his sexy boyfriend.

you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as innie pounds into you. your body starts to shake, the intense amount of pleasure you feel becoming stronger with every passing second.

you don't even have to announce that you're about to cum, because innie wraps his hand around your cock, his hand jerking up and down. you whine some more, your back arching off the bed.

"my sweet boy is gonna cum, isn't he?" innie asks, his voice bordering on teasing.

"mmh, innie.." you whine again, trying to push his hand away to relieve you from the intense amounts of pleasure. "its too much!"

"if its too much, then why do you keep sucking me in, baby?" he asks, a grunt coming from him as he continues to snap his hips forward, the front of his thighs slapping against the back of yours.

"it feels too good, innie.." you moan out, your back arching higher off the bed, your body convulsing as ropes of white spill from your cock and land on your lower stomach and the rest splattering on your chest.

you see stars as innie picks up the pace, almost animalistic. it isn't much longer until he's spilling his release inside you.

he stays nestled inside you for a bit until you whine about the cum that's starting to dry on your body. you already know he won't allow you to move from the bed until you are all cleaned up and dressed in comfy clothes (which he puts on you himself).

you lay there and allow yourself to be pampered by your foxy boyfriend, and once he's finished, he wraps his entire body around you, giving you kisses all over your face until the two of you doze off into snoozeland.

0.1 longing - the throne

↳ SYNOPSIS: Mn belonged to a poor family that lived in the kingdom of Tanniria. Mn’s mom was a greedy women and only cared for money. So when it was announced that the King was looking for a groom, she immediately pushed her son as one of the suitors. The King however, falls in love with Mn. But everything goes downhill when Mn is kidnapped at the morning of his marriage to the King.

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“Your majesty, breakfast is served. Should I bring it here or would you like to have it at the dining table ?”, the servant asked the king who had just woken up from his sleep. Taehyung rubbed his eyes and let the sunlight register into his eyes. He didn’t say anything but went over to his balcony and took a view of the pleasant weather. “Set the table in the mini garden. I’ll have my breakfast there”, Taehyung ordered. The servant bowed and went on to do as told.

Taehyung took off his robe revealing his naked self and took a bath surrounded by silence. The calming warm water and the aromatics made him feel at peace. After a good ten minutes, Taehyung got ready in his attire and was dressed by the servants. He made his way to the small garden that stood right in the middle of the lake this mother had built.

“Good morning your majesty”, Yoongi greeted the king as he walked down the stairs. Taehyung unconsciously smiled seeing Yoongi’s smile. It was infectious. “How are you today prime minister?”, Taehyung asked as he took a seat. Immediately tea was poured and breakfast was served. He gestured Yoongi to sit down. “I’m fine on this lovely morning, your majesty. How about you ?”, Yoongi asked sipping on the hot tea. Taehyung took a bit of his bread and wiped the crumbs away with the tissue. “I’m doing well. I had some matters to discuss with you. How about we get together in the garden for a little walk after this ?”, Taehyung asked as his expression turned a bit serious. Yoongi nodded furiously. He was a bit curious now. There were no matters to be resolved now so what was bothering the king ?

The two had their breakfast and went on to the garden for a little walk. The weather had gotten a bit cloudy and the silence was strong. Yoongi was waiting for Taehyung to say something. He didn’t want to be nosy but Taehyung’s reaction was very bothering. “Yoongi, something has been bothering my mind. I don’t know why I have been feeling like this but whatever this feeling is, it’s getting intense”, Taehyung started off his concern. “What is it your majesty ?”, Yoongi asked. “I…I have been feeling a lot lonely…I feel like.. I think I need a consort”, Taehyung said making Yoongi a bit shocked. “Are you being serious your majesty ?”, Yoongi asked not believing his words. Taehyung nodded. He seemed very serious. It had been bothering him since a few weeks. Taehyung had recently visited the wedding of the neighbouring kingdom’s prince. Ever since he came back, Taehyung’s heart had changed and it felt he was longing for someone.

“Yoongi, I’m serious about this. I think I want to settle down now”, Taehyung said stopping in his place. Yoongi smiled seeing the genuineness. “What do you suggest your majesty? Do you wanna hold a ball to see other princes ?”, Yoongi asked. Taehyung shook his head. “I want all the guys in our kingdom to come to a ball and introduce themselves. I will pick someone from them”, Taehyung said making Yoongi surprised. “You want a commoner husband !?”, Yoongi asked. Taehyung nodded his head in affirmation. “I have seen a lot of these princes. I don’t see anything. I want a hidden gem”, Taehyung said with eyes of hope. Yoongi liked Taehyung’s thinking. “As you say your majesty. I will make the announcement in the kingdom”, Yoongi said. Taehyung smiled. He knew it was the right thing to do. He was now just waiting for a suitable significant other.

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✮ JAKE X MALE READER

SUMMARY: Jake and Mn are academic rivals. The two have a fight which leads them to sitting in detention but what if this detention brought them closer?

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✮ FLUFF

<- back

“Jake ! What’s up dude ?”, Jay asked Jake as he fixed his glasses and removed some books from his locker. Jake counted the number of books he was holding and handed some to his best friend. “Why are you giving it to me !?”, Jay groaned in frustration as he followed Jake through the corridors of the institution and towards the library. “Just shut up and help me with these. I have to return these to the library. Someone else wants these books and I need to give them back”, Jake explained to Jay who just rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Fine but you’re treating me to lunch after this”, Jay said and nonetheless followed his best friend to the library.

Meanwhile, Mn was tapping his foot as he was waiting for the books he’s been wanting. He was told he was going to get it the day before but whoever had the books delayed it. Mn was pissed and the librarian’s talk about her old neighbour wasn’t helping at all. After some time, Mn started hearing footsteps and he turned his vision to the entrance of the library. But the moment he saw who the person was his face fell right down. Immediate disgust took over Mn’s face.

Jake’s face turned extremely sour as he saw the person he least wanted to see standing right in front of him. Jay understood the situation and decided to keep quiet and just let the two rivals do their thing. “Ah see there he is! He has all the books you want Mn”, the librarian said as Jake walked towards her will all the books in hand. As soon as she said that both Jake and Mn gave each other the middle finger. “What nonsense is this !? Both of you !”, the librarian said in an authoritative way. Nonetheless she took the books from Jake and handed them to Mn who basically snatched the books. Mn being extra took out a piece of cloth and wiped the books making Jake roll his eyes. “Why are you dusting the books ?”, Jake asked and folded his arms. Mn smirked and just kept on dusting the book. Jay and the librarian watched the drama unfold between them. Jake was getting frustrated as Mn wasn’t answering his question.

Jake finally had enough and he snatched the duster from Mn’s hand. Mn started snatching it right back and the two started fighting. In the process of their fight, somehow they damaged two of the books that were kept next to them. Their fight disrupted the silence of the library causing everyone to get irritated. Jay and the librarian watched in shock and the librarian immediately called them out and scolded them. “You two..go for detention! Now !”, she ordered Jake and Mn who looked at her with shocked faces. “Ma’am please, I’m not going to sit in a room with this shit for two hours”, Mn complained. Jake rolled his eyes and instead of fighting more, he just grabbed Mn’s hand and started walking towards the detention room. Mn felt his heart tingle a bit at the contact with Jake’s hand.

“What are you doing Jake ?! Leave my hand !”, Mn protested by Jake’s grip was strong. He managed to get Mn to the detention room. “Sit here in silence and don’t disturb me”, Jake said as he got his and Mn’s bags as well from the next room.

The two sat there in silence but somehow there was a tension between them. Not the usual fighting tension but something more. Jake and Mn had always been rivals in academics, always trying to outshine each other. It was a competition that the whole institution knew about. But something felt different.

Jake was glancing at Mn from time to time. Mn was immersed in writing his unfinished essay. He had his pout on and eyebrows scrunched making Jake’s heart feel things. Jake’s attention was just falling on Mn’s lips. He wanted to kiss those lips and hug Mn. He always wanted to. That’s the reason why he decided to compete with Mn, for Mn to notice him, talk to him. However, this tension grew real and they became rivals instead of lovers. Jake scoffed at the thought of his plan failing. Mn hears the noise and looks up and catches Jake staring at his lips. “What are you looking at ?”, Mn asked Jake who just blushed and looked away. Mn realised that Jake was staring at his lips. Mn had always found Jake attractive. His interests, intelligence and kind nature really captivated Mn.

Mn looked over at Jake and shifted to sit next to him. Jake felt the presence of his crush next to him and he could feel himself get conscious. Mn decided to take the risk and ask Jake something. “Jake, be honest, were you staring at my lips ?”, Mn asked making Jake look directly at Mn. The two stared at each other while getting lost in each other’s eyes. Jake leaned in making his nose and Mn’s nose touch. Mn felt the tension between them and went in and kissed Jake on the lips. Jake was taken aback but immediately pulled Mn closer to him. Mn sat on Jake’s lap as the two kissed passionately feeling butterflies in their stomach.

Jake and Mn pulled away with brigh smiles on their faces. “Will you be my boyfriend Mn ? I have nothing else to say. The kiss meant so much for me”, Jake confesses making you fall for him even more. Mn cupped his face in his hands and planted a sweet and small kiss on his lips. “Does that answer your question ?”, Mn said. Jake felt his smile on his face and pulled Mn even closer.

The two sat there in silence talking about everything while a shocked Jay watched everything happen from outside.

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CIGARETTES AFTER SEX

Pairing: dom!Beomgyu x sub!male reader

Warnings: sexual content, nicotine addiction, unprotected sex,capnolagnia, Y/n trying to smoke

Summary: just Y/n learning more about himself while watching Beomgyu smoking

Word count: 961

"Fuck fuck fuck!" you moaned loudly as your boyfriend, Beomgyu looked at you, your body twitching under the touch of his fingers around your cock and his dick in your hole, abusing your prostate for 2 hours already. His stamina was crazy, making you cry on his dick. "I-I'm gonna cum Beomgyu!" you yelled as his thrusts became sloppier. Soon after you both came and he helped you clean yourself up. He exhaustively laid down next to your body as his hand reached his pack of cigarettes on the nightstand. He opened it and took his lighter, inhaling the nicotine in his mouth.

He smoked way before you started a relationship with him, his idol life is already exhausting enough. One thing he doesn't know is that you love watching him smoking. He looks so attractive with a cigarette between his fingers and his plump lips. This time you took a better look. It felt different. You wondered what the reason was. 'Maybe it's because this is the first time he punished me?' you thought. You were always obedient to him but this time you decided to be a little slut and flirt with people in the club which he obviously hated and took you home immediately. He looked at you and kissed your cheek, keeping the hand where he held a cigarette in the air.

"Hey are you okay?" He asked. You couldn't hold back but to sit on his lap and kiss him, he was about to leave the cigarette on the side and turn it off to finish it later but you didn't let him "please continue smoking" you said, turned on as you kissed. He kept the cigarette in his hands as you two continued making out. He was careful with the hand in which was the cigarette while the other one was on your hips. Suddenly you could feel him getting a hard on underneath you, making you moan as you started kissing his neck, leaving hickeys just like he did to you earlier. He started breathing faster and heavier, his groans were deep, he was laying there tensely, waiting for you to take his big and veiny cock into your mouth.

Instead you smiled at him as he got fully hard and slowly pushed his cock in your hole, making both of you moan as you placed hands on his shoulders. He let out a deep groan at the feeling of your hole around his cock.

You slowly started off by slow bouncing on his cock as he took the cigarette, placing the filter between his lips as he sucked on it for a second and inhaled the smoke, blowing it out right on your face. You couldn't describe how good it made you feel. Fuck for a second you were about to go crazy. You started bouncing faster on his cock and moaning louder. Suddenly you decided tos switch his view as you turned around, letting Beomgyu face your ass as you held onto his thighs. Beomgyu pulled your body closer, with only one hand and whispered into your ear "you're going crazy aren't you? Such a slut you are, just look at yourself bouncing on my cock so shamelessly, even after I fucked you. Such a horny bitch you are" he whispered as you teared up, feeling like you're gonna cum. His free hand wrapped around your cock as you cried out "G-gyu! I'm gonna fucking cum!" You moaned out as he bit his lip and pulled you closer. "Cum now" he groaned. At the same second as those words left his mouth you came. You could feel him filling you up as you both moaned and he pulled you into his arms.

After a few minutes you were cuddling and as he caressed your hair, you were all cleaned up, with the new sheets covering the bed and him talking about the whole day.

"You know…I've never thought you had a thing for me smoking" he said trying to tease you "I wanna try tho…" you admitted looking at him. He looked at you kind of shocked "are you sure? I mean it's very unhealthy, especially for your lungs. And besides these are not good ones to start with because-" you stopped him by a kiss and sat up straight, taking the pack of cigarettes from the desk and the lighter. "How do you do that?" You questioned as you took out one from the pack and lit it up. You read out "Marlboro gold-" from the box while he sat up straight, looked at you and placed it into his mouth after taking it away, taking the first puff. "The first puff is bitter and these are kinda strong" he said as he looked at you and sighed "put the filter in your mouth first and then suck on the filter for a second while inhaling the oxygen and then just blow it out" he said as he did so, giving you the cigarette.

You got a bit excited as you happily took it from him and did so. After you inhaled you started coughing as you tasted the bitterness in your throat. "These are too strong, my love, if you really want to start be careful and start with some lighter ones-" you stopped coughing as you gave him the cigarette back "here you go- I don't think I like it- seriously how do you even like this?" You questioned, making him giggle "you just need to get used to it and start with the lighter ones and I'm not encouraging you to do it I just knew that one puff will be too much for you" he said smiling as he took another puff, exhaling it onto your face.

Converse High — Jake Sim X Male Reader

➟Summary: Off handedly Jake mentioned being into his partner wearing skirts in bed, he didn’t think it was all that special but the thought didn’t leave your mind.

➟Potential Warnings: SMUT DNI IF UNDERAGE I BEG OF THEE, bottom male reader, top Jake reader, BOYS! IN!! SKIRTS!!!, fingering, unprotected sex (y’all please don’t, stay safe out there), swearing, horribly written dirty talk, light spanking, edging I guess?, author wrote this while stoned so it might not make ANY sense:)

➟Word Count: around 2,010 words

<<Anyway, when you meet me don’t wear Converses / It’s too hard to take them off of you >>

You had talked before about certain things you both would be open to trying in the bedroom, Jake confessing that he thinks skirts looked hot on everyone — yes even his boyfriend. Especially his boyfriend. The thought of wearing something that was traditionally considered to be more feminine intrigued you, so you found the cheapest one online and got overnight shipping. You were surprised at how much you actually liked it.

The material was soft, the pattern simple but pretty. The black fabric fit around your waist before flaring out, ending a couple inches above your knee. Even though the article of clothing was not made for your build — or your gender but fuck that — it still flattered your body, you felt…pretty.

You pulled on a black tshirt and a gray sweatshirt that were scattered on your bedroom floor, quickly putting on socks and your high tops before running over to Jake’s house. You texted him saying you had a surprise, not specifying what he should expect. As he opened the door after you knocked, his eyes widened as he was met with the sight of his boyfriend in a black skater skirt and — his — gray crew neck.

He didn’t bother trying to hide his eagerness, roughly pulling you in to his house before closing the door and leading you up to his room. He pushed you up against his bedroom door after you both entered his room, his eyes traveling up and down your body.

“Do you like it?” your voice as a shy whisper, looking up at him with a nervous expression.

“Like it?” Jake’s hands were placed on your hips, his thumbs caressing the black fabric. “You look so pretty how could I not like it?”

Your smile grew as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer and kissing his lips. He immediately deepened the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening. His crotch grinding up into yours, his hands squeezing the bottom of your thighs. You had done this many times and knew he was telling you to jump up so you did, wrapping your legs around his hips as he held you up against the door. The gasp that left your mouth at his continued hip motions let Jake lick into your mouth, his grip on the bottom of your thighs was harsh and surely enough to leave a mark.

“My pretty boy” Jake’s mouth had began leaving kisses on your jawline, his crotch still grinding up with yours. “He got all dressed up for me didn’t he?”

His lips started to press onto your neck, knowing exactly where to press your buttons to drive you insane. “For you. Only you.” You panted out, harshly pulling at his hair.

“Damn right it’s only for me” he started to bite at the skin on your neck, darkening your skin with red and purple hues. “Only I get to rile you up, only I get to make you feel this good”

He tightened his grip on you as he walked you to his bed. Your back hit the mattress below you, hands caging you down as Jake stood between your legs. His lips found yours again, his lower half grinding up on yours. His hands traveled up underneath your shirt, grazing the smooth skin as he traveled around your torso.

He detached his lips from yours to lift your T-shirt and sweater over your head, before pressing rough kisses to your neck and above your collarbone. Your hands ran through his dark strands of hair on his nape, giving it a hard tug when Jake bites at the sensitive skin on your neck.

He stands up straight, removing his white shirt before going to take off your shoes. Instead of untying the laces — like anyone normal person would — he immediately tries tugging off the shoe. You start giggling once you see him struggle to take off your high tops.

“Fucking hell why are these so hard to take off” Jake chuckles out, leaning back down to kiss your lips again. Your hands cradling his face as you eagerly return his pecks, letting out little giggles in between each one. “I love how they look but please don’t wear these anymore”

“But I thought you liked when I dressed all pretty for you?” your bottom lip jutted, you looked up at him with a pout. “That’s why I bought this.” You were referencing the pleated skirt that you had impulsively put on before going over to Jake’s apartment.

“Then I guess I just won’t take them off.” Instead of continuing to try and take off your shoes, his hands moved to your thighs. He squeezed the plush skin before moving up to your boxers. He tugged them down in one swift motion, pulling them over your knees and off your legs — over the high tops. “Turn over darling”

You eagerly switched to pressing your knees to the mattress below you, your back arched towards him as you pulled a pillow under your chin to hold. Your hands gripped the soft pillow below you, having a breeze hit your cheeks was new but you weren’t complaining. All you had on was the pleated skirt, your white socks and your high tops. You turned your head to look at your boyfriend, the sight of him causing you to inhale.

His sweatpants were low on his hips, his hands cupping your ass while he bit his lip at the sight before him. “Fuck that’s my good boy.”

Your face burned at the praise, goosebumps spreading across your skin as his hands grazed the skin of your rear end. He reached over to the lube underneath his pillow, kept there for….reasons. He opened the cap and immediately poured some of the cold liquid on your hole, bringing out some sharp gasps from your mouth. After tossing the bottle back on the duvet, he ran his finger across your hole, teasing at the rim.

“Jakey please just-“ the nickname caused his hand to sharply smack your cheek, eliciting a loud yelp from your lips.

“You and I know damn well I want to take my sweet time with you.” He pushes his first finger in, not much but it already had the familiar heat in your lower stomach growing. The amount of lube cause a squelching noise to sound out as his first finger moved about, he liked it messy. His middle finger was teasing at the rim before he pulled out his first finger, only to push both in. The stretch wasn’t much but it still had your grip on the pillow tightening. The two fingers scissorered inside you, making you let out soft hums.

Jakes fingers curled inside you, hitting the bundle of nerves in you that had you sharply inhale. You heard a low chuckle as Jake began to repeatedly hit at the very spot again and again, your moans growing louder as the heat in your lower stomach rose.

“Fuck I’m close!” You yelled out, grinding back on his fingers. Just as you felt yourself close to tipping over, all sensation left your body as Jake removed his fingers. You let out a cry as you turned back to look at him, catching the amused gaze on his face.

“Not yet baby.” He roughly flipped you onto your back, kissing up your chest. His hands pulled down his sweatpants, pulling his length out before reaching for the bottle of lube again. You snatched the bottle before he could, sitting up and pouring a more than generous amount on your palm.

Jake raised an eyebrow at you in confusion, quickly morphing into a face of pure bliss as you stroked his cock from base to head. He tilted his head back and let out a soft sigh, your lubed hand moving up and down in an expert manner. He removed your hand after a couple heartbeats, gently pushing you back down and standing between your legs. His feet were still flat on the hardwood floor, his hips meeting yours as he spread your legs.

The second he pushed his cock deep inside you, you both had to pause for a second to adjust — and also to calm down so you both don’t immediately cum after 10 seconds. His hands pushed your thighs towards your chest, you immediately held the back of your knees as he began to move.

The rhythm was slow and sensual, letting you get used to the feeling of being full. “Let me know when you’re ready for more okay sweetheart?”

You nodded, your grip on your thighs tightening as he found your pleasure points. Jake was bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, even after almost 2 years of dating it still took some adjusting to. Jake knew every inch of your body, he knew where to pay attention to and how to make you feel good.

“Faster please!” You moaned out, Jake’s smile immediately turning into a crooked smirk as he picked up his pace. The sounds of his skin meeting yours, the obscene noise of the excessive amount of lube, both of your pants and whines filled the room. Jakes cock hitting your pleasure point inside you every thrust, your nails began to dig into the flesh on your thighs.

Jake paused for a second, and lifted both of your legs up to rest on his shoulders. The laces of your high tops moved with every thrust, Jakes pace quickening. Your hands moved to the bedsheets next to your head, your mind clouded in ecstasy as the heat in your stomach returned.

“God you look so good in this” Jake lifted the end of the skirt, pulling it up to drape over your abdomen. “So pretty, fuck, my pretty boy”

You could feel yourself getting closer to your high, Jakes thrusts driving you insane. “Don’t come yet sweet boy I didn’t give you permission, you gotta wait for me”

You screamed out, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as your high became closer. It didn’t take long for Jake to catch up — mf almost came on the spot when he opened the door earlier and saw you in a skirt.

“Cum for me sweetheart” Jake gasped out as his thrust became sloppy. After a few tugs onto your cock, you came in spurts all over the fabric of the skirt. Jake quickly pulled out before coming on your skirt as well, both of you slumped together as you tried catching your breaths.

After a couple minutes of silence — both of you trying to slow down your heart rates — you joked, “So I take it you like the skirt?”

Jake let out a loud laugh, his head resting near yours on the mattress as he lifted himself up on his elbows. “Liked it?”

His brown eyes were locked with yours, he leaned in to press a soft kiss on your cheek. “I love it,” his mouth travelled down your jaw to continue pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck. “then again anything you wear looks good.”

“You also look good naked but I think that’s just you.” It was your turn to let out a chuckle, lightly shoving Jake to the side. You both were engulfed in a blanket of soft laughter and even softer kisses.

After some time you took off your socks and high tops — actually taking the time to untie the laces — as well as the black skirt, throwing it to a corner of his room to worry about later. You snuggled into Jake’s side, hearing him let out a sigh of content as he began to run his hands through your hair.

“I love you so much sweetheart.” He left a delicate kiss on the crown of your head, both of your naked bodies pressed against each others.

“Love you too Jakey.” The last thing you heard before drifting off into sleep was his soft snores, holding you tightly as you felt your eyelids become heavier.

Uhmm so yeah hope it was at least coherent? I can’t believe I wrote 2000+ words of pure filth but I guess I did so here ya go. I’m open to writing more smuts in the future I just NEED IDEAS IM GOING THROUGH HORRIFIC WRITER’S BLOCK ! That’s all for now, as always feel free to inbox/message me if you want to - V ㋛

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✮ HEESEUNG X GN READER

SUMMARY: Yn is one of the managers of Enhypen and Heeseung happens to have a crush on them. After two years of trying to impress Yn, Heeseung has had enough. He has planned something that will make Yn his.

✮ FLUFF

<- back

“What’s wrong ? Jay ?”, Yn asked as they were made to sit down on the makeup chair. “Nothing just sit here. They’ll do your makeup and you’ll look pretty”, Jay said gesturing to the make up artists to come ahead and start doing Yn’s makeup. “I’m already pretty”, Yn retaliated to which Jay just blowed raspberries at Yn who did the same. The makeup artist started doing their job as Yn sat there completely confused.

On the other hand, Heeseung was sweating even in the air conditioned room. He was finally going to do something that he had planned for two years. Heeseung was in love with his manager, Yn. Yn was new to the company and was immediately posted to manage the Enhypen group. They were quite excited when they first met the group and Heeseung was the first one who took interest in them. Something about Yn’s cheerful personality and bubbly energy and the never ending happiness, captivated Heeseung. For the next two years, he had shown his love for the manager at various times. By buying Yn chocolates on valentines to writing a song for them, he tried everything. But he never succeeded due to the fact that Yn was as clueless as a clueless person. Yn mistook Heeseung’s lovely gestures and gifts as platonic gestures. However Heeseung did not lose hope. He really wanted Yn. Yn was the perfect one for him and he had to make them his and he had gotten the perfect opportunity.

Everyone at the company at that point had gotten to know about Heeseung’s crush on Yn and were rooting for them. And now with their help he was going to finally confess to Yn. He told his other managers, to get a studio and decorate it with roses. What Yn had thought was a photoshoot for a magazine was actually all Heeseung’s plan.

Soon enough, Yn was ready with their makeup on and were being forced to wear a beautiful outfit. “Why do I have to wear this? Is there a photoshoot for all managers ?”, Yn asked with confusion all over their faces. The stylists just laughed at their expression and brushed it off and got Yn all dressed.

Heeseung was standing in the dark atmosphere while all the other staff was waiting outside to see the results of the little confession. Heeseung felt his palms sweat as he heard the door knob being pushed open. The idol felt his heart stop beating when he saw his manger looking like a beautiful deity. Yn came out of the dressing room which was then locked from inside by the others trapping Yn in the dark room. The manager couldn’t see anything in the dark but then a lone light was hit and there stood Heeseung with a bouquet of roses in hand. Yn and Heeseung looked at each other as if time had stopped. Yn walked towards Heeseung as they looked around not knowing what was going on. “You look so pretty”, Heeseung complimented Yn who just blushed and looked away. Yn felt themselves fidget with their fingers. “You look handsome as well”, Yn reciprocated the feeling. The two stood next to each just close enough to touch their lips. “What is all this Heeseung ?”, Yn asked the question that was roaming through their mind. “This is something that I have been doing for the past two years but you..you never took notice but now I..I wanted to do it properly so you understood my feelings”, Heeseung said as he got down on one knee and put forward the rose bouquet. Yn gasped at what was happening in front of them.

“Yn Ln, I have been in love with you for the past two years. I really wanna make you mine. Will you do the honours and be my lover forever ?”, Heeseung confessed. Yn didn’t realise but they were crying rivers now. No one had ever done this to them before and someone who they had admired for years was now asking them to be their lover. “I’d love to be your lover”, Yn said as they wiped their tears away. Heeseung gave the biggest smile and got up and pulled Yn into a hug. The two hugged as their hearts were beating for each other. Heeseung broke apart and caressed Yn’s face with his hand. Yn smiled at the touch of their lover. “Can I ?”, Heeseung asked as he looked at Yn’s lips. Yn gave a shy nod and Heeseung joined his and Yn’s lips.

It felt like time had stopped and it was just Heeseung and Yn in this world. As the two kissed, thousands of rose petals fell from above making it look like a movie scene. Yn was shocked at the surprise. Heeseung smiled seeing Yn’s happy face. That’s all he wanted and now his lover was with him, right in his arms.

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Felix x male reader!

he/him pronouns! English is not my frist language!

More "has a lots of tattoos x doesn't have any tattoos" oneshot :D

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Felix Lee always liked to bake sweet things for his class, at frist he did it only for his friends, but then all the class liked his baking. So is just a normal thing at this point.

Right now is walking with a food container full with brownies, his class favorite thig from all his baking. While he was walking to his class he notices how there were more people looking at his class then normal, confused he got close to the one he knew the most.

-Jeongin?-the named looked at him

-oh, Hyung-

-"Oh"? what's going on?-he asked still confused

-um, theres a new guy in you'r class-

-so?-

-look-he grabed him and put him more close to the door, so he could look inside.

It was just a normal guy, just some tattoos and pirecings, he wasn't able to look well but some tattoos showed in the neck of the boy, also some i his hands and fingers, he seemed to have a snake bite type of piercing, and some others, and maybe some combinatios in his ears. But to be honest nothing else.

He looked at his friend

-still not know what are you talking about-

-It's y/n!-

-wHAT-

He looked at the boy again, nah no way, yeah knew that people may change but the last time that he saw this guys was when he was 10, being the best one in maths, and just an intelligent but introvert guy.

Who is this?

-Okay out of my class-the deep voice of a professor made everyone that wasnt from there leave, and the ones who where supossed to be inside ran to their seats.

Felix was in front of him, one seat at the left.

-well, now that everyone is more calm, i would like to introduce our new classmate, Y/N L/N-

He got up from his seat, giving a slight smile.

-nice to meet you all-

Felix just looked at him weird, he really changed and he wondered why they didn't talk anymore, did something else changed beside appearance?

-well with that done, lets start class-

Felix opened his notebook, ready to take note when a paper was thrown at him, suprised he opened it

"the principal want's you to show me the school Lix"

He looked behind him, meeting with the smile of y/n, looking in front again, sighing tired again.

Long day.

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After class, and some brownies sold, the boy with tattoos got in front of him.

-Hello Lix-he said looking down at him.

-Y/N...hi-he got up from his seat, looking at him, with a slight akward silence from the rest of the class-should we get going?

-yes captain-

Felix started walking, still with the food container of brownies since he knew some of his friends were gonna ask anyway, with Y/N following behind, and him explaining very short the different places.

-Did you forgot about me?-

-huh?-he looked at him-what are you talking about?-he asked

-Well...you don't say anything about the time i was gone, can't blame you though, i didn't ask neither-he said, walking now in front of him, to the vending machine

-oh well, i didn't knew where to start, um-Felix saw how the male put a coin a selected the bottle of milk-those tattoos...when?

-some of them two years ago, some one month ago-he opened the bottle-i just liked them, the same with the piercings

-you changed...-

-maybe, im still a fucking nerd to-y/n laughed a little, resting in the wall

-not an introvert to-Felix said, resting beside him

-mmh, what makes you say that?-he asked with a smirk

-the little mosquito bite in you'r neck-he smiled

Y/n looked at his neck with his phone, not seeing anything.

-mmmh, not an introvert huh?-

-haha, look mister Lee, i may have sex, but, that doesn't mean i like going out-y/n said laughing a little bit

-if you say so-he looked at his bottle of milk-hey want some brownies?

-it has drugs in it?-

-wha-No! jesus just normal brownies..Do you-?-Felix was about to ask

-nah, i just make jokes and yes i do want some brownies please-

Felix gave him some, seeing how he ate it and drank some milk later.

-mmh good combination, thanks-

Felix looked at nothing while a comfort silence filled the air

-well, we should get going mister rebel-Felix said watching the time

-mmmmh if you say so-he trow the bottle and finished his brownie

Y/n hugged him, resting his face between his neck and schould

-you must be kidding me...-Felix protested

Yet he hugged him to.

-i missed you-

-i missed you too Lix-

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Hi! Can i request a non AU Jake x male m/n where male m/n is a street performer and Jake witnesses his performance and becomes a fan where he always makes sure that he's there for his performances? M/n then gets scouted and becomes a soloist and they eventually become a boyfriends?

pairing: non idol!jake x idol!male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.6k

includes: blushy jake, probably inaccurate writing about how street preforming/auditioning works, reader debuts in txt bc i couldn't really figure out how to make him a soloist but it's not super important, the breaks are meant to be timeskips lmao

warnings: mention of homophobia

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

the sun beams down on jake from above as he tugs the strap of his backpack further over his shoulder. he rushes to get to the shade of the train platform. it’s not much, but it’s a much needed relief from the sweltering heat. 

the sound of a song playing through a nearby speaker immediately catches jake’s attention. curious, he makes his way further into the station in search of the noise. a boy stands off to the side on the sidewalk, dancing along to the beat of the music. jake immediately pauses in his tracks - plans now long forgotten as he watches you perform. he recognizes you almost immediately - y/n l/n, the new boy in his chemistry class. his eyes scan your movements, almost in a trance. your movements are both sharp and elegant as you easily hit every beat.

“do you know him?” a voice from a woman at his side startles jake a little. “sorry,” she smiles. “it’s just that you look around the same age and you’re wearing the same uniform.”

“ah, we’re classmates,” he nods. 

the woman hums. “he’s an incredible dancer.” they fall back into a momentary silence as both of their eyes refocus onto you. you kneel down on the ground, holding your ending position for a few seconds as a small applause runs through the crowd. you smile as you thank the few people that step forwards to drop some money into a bag for you. 

jake contemplates going over to compliment and tip you himself but he’s interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. he pulls it out quickly, cursing under his breath as he answers the call from his mom, rushing to find the next train home. 

you’re back at the train station the next day. this time it’s a little later - the heat isn’t as bad and you’re wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans as opposed to your somewhat uncomfortable school uniform. jake walks closer to you this time, slowly making his way towards the front of the crowd. 

your confidence has improved and the group surrounding you is a little bigger. the performance goes just as smoothly as it did the day before. you execute the choreography flawlessly before holding the end pose for a few seconds. jake reaches into his pocket, pulling out a few dollars he had on hand and dropping it into your bag. you smile at him when he does, causing an embarrassingly deep blush to spread across his face as he smiles back before rushing off to catch his train. 

jake easily finds himself falling into a routine. everyday he goes to class where he stares at you as sneakily as he can and then watches you dance on the same train station street corner you always perform at. as the weeks pass he had slowly inched closer until reaching the front of the crowd. 

he grabs a few dollars from his pocket, stepping forwards and handing it out for you. you take it with a soft smile before adding it to your bag. “thank you.” 

“of course,” he smiles. 

he turns to leave before you cut him off with a simple question. “it’s jake, right?” 

jake freezes a little before quickly nodding. “yeah! yeah, jake. from your chemistry class.” 

“i’ve seen you around here a few times,” his nerves heighten immediately, silently preparing for the worst until you softly smile at him. “honestly, i’ve been hoping to talk to you for a while but you make me a little nervous.” 

“i make you nervous?” jake blushes slightly as you look down, a little flustered by his reaction. “sorry, it’s just… you make me nervous too.” 

your smile returns when you look up at him again. “do you want to go out sometime? there’s a cafe i’ve seen a few times. it looks nice.” 

“like a date?” 

“i mean… if you want that.” 

“i’d love that.” 

“great! i’ll meet you here at the same time tomorrow?” 

jake nods immediately. “i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“jake!” you smile, pulling him into a hug as a greeting. 

“hi angel,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against your temple. he pulls away after a few seconds to hand you a chilled drink. it’s your favourite - the same order you always choose whenever jake drags you out to an unplanned cafe date. “you did great today.” 

“excuse me,” a man’s voice interrupts the sweet moment. jake’s arm remains wrapped around your waist as you step back to his side. “i’m a representative of a south korean performance company called hybe. i’ve been watching your performances for a few days now. i see a lot of potential in you,” he pauses, reaching out to hand you a stark white business card. the cardstock feels thick in your hand as you flip it to verify the information. “we’re currently taking international auditions. you can apply online. call us if you’re interested.” 

“thank you,” you say, smiling at the man as he gives you a curt nod before walking away and catching one of the various trains out of the station. 

“so, are you considering it?” jake asks as he slides your usual order over to you. 

“the audition? i don’t know.” you look down at the cup, tracing your finger on the lid. “i’m still considering it.” 

“you should do it. it could be a good opportunity for you.” 

“i just…” you pause as jake reaches over to grab your hand, gently squeezing it in his. “i’m worried that i’m not good enough for this. i did some research. that company - hybe - they’re the same ones that bts work under! people train for years!” 

“y/n,” jake cuts you off with another gentle squeeze and a soft smile. “you’re incredible. your footwork is amazing, you command the stage, you draw everyone’s attention whenever you move. i think you should audition.” 

after a few more seconds of contemplating, you nod. “okay. i’ll try it out.” 

“babe!” jake stumbles, nearly falling backwards as you jump into his arms, nearly tackling him down in the process. he’s quick to wrap his arms around you to support you. “i got in! the audition! i got in!” 

he gasps as you pull back just enough to see the increasingly bright smile on his face. “really?” 

“really.” 

“congratulations!” he cheers, wrapping his arms around you tighter. you cling to him in your excitement. 

jake brings a hand up to your cheek, pulling you into a sweet kiss. you’re both smiling by the time you pull away as he leans in to press his forehead against yours. “we should celebrate.” 

“celebrate?” 

“yeah,” he whispers. “we can do whatever you want. take layla out and go hiking somewhere or cuddle on the couch for a movie marathon or have a nice dinner wherever you want. but we should celebrate.” 

“okay,” you smile, pulling him back into yet another kiss. “then let’s celebrate.” 

“are you sure about this?” you glance over your shoulder at the various planes outside of the grand windows of the sydney airport. “i mean, you’re moving to a new country for me - a new continent! i just don’t want to be the reason you derail your entire life.” 

“hey,” jake brings a hand up to your cheek, gently stroking his thumb against your skin. “i’m sure. i want this. we’re both learning korean, we have an apartment, and i already applied to university there,” he pauses, leaning in to press a sweet kiss against your forehead. “i would go anywhere if it meant being with you.” 

“but… we’re boys. and korea’s… not exactly accepting. you can’t kiss me in public and we can’t be too touchy during dinner and-”

“y/n,” jake cuts you off with a peck against your left cheek. 

“if i become an idol-” he presses another kiss against your right cheek this time. “-i can’t tell anyone about you-” this time it’s against your nose. “-and it’s gonna be hard-” jake presses a final kiss against your lips. 

“and i don’t care. i already promised i would do anything for you and i meant it.” he’s cut off by an announcement playing over the loudspeakers, announcing your plane is about to begin boarding. “now come on, we have a plane to catch.” 

a thrill runs through you as you stand on stage beside beomgyu and soobin. you push your nerves down as you reflexively wipe the sweat from your hands off on your stage outfit before the lights come on and the metronome of your in-ears cues the beginning of your debut song. 

your eyes scan through the audience, desperately searching for jake’s face in the crowd. you focus on the camera in front of you for a second before you find him. he’s in the front row, excitedly cheering you on from within the crowd. 

the sight of his smile immediately calms you down as you refocus on performing. your footwork is sharp and the moves are seamless. your vocals are steady as they play back through your in-ears until you end the performance next to taehyun with a bright smile. 

jake’s cheers feel the loudest from amongst the crowd until the camera switches off, signaling the end of your performance. adrenaline rushes through you as you follow kai backstage. “y/n,” yeonjun calls. he reaches over to pat your shoulder with a smile. “you did good. everything was perfect.” 

“thank you.” your smile only grows when jake enters. you immediately rush over to him, throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. 

“congratulations on your debut love,” he whispers, pressing a quick peck against your lips. “i love you.” 

“i love you too.” 

Late Night Devil — Lee Heesung x Male Reader

➟Summary: pure filth with vampire Heesung, that’s it

➟Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, top!heesung, bottom!male reader, masculine terms used throughout, terrible world building, biting, brief mentions of blood, grinding, finger sucking, blowjobs & eating out Yknow (wow what a sentence), multiple orgasms, cum eating, LITERALLY JUST FILTH

➟Word Count: <5,000 words

➟title from Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer

➟ You felt eyes on you ever since you arrived at the party.

Ever since you walked through the front doors with your mother and father, you felt as though you were being watched. No matter how many times you turned around and checked, there wasn’t anyone looking.

Not until you got to the banquet hall.

Everything was draped in luxurious red cloth, the high ceilings connected to a glass dome which allowed the guests a full view of the starry night sky. The tables adorned with the finest tablecloths and expensive tableware you felt nervous picking up for fear of breaking it, the near overwhelming amount of candlelight contrasting the darkness of the night. The dark wooden chairs complimented the equally as dark tables, the ballroom devoid of all color except for the hints of burgundy.

You continued to feel watched over even as you slid down onto one of the chairs next to your mother, your black coat draped over the back of the chair as you fiddled with the silver rings on your hand. One of the rings on your finger was etched with your family crest, handed down from your father once you became of adult age and joined your father’s oil business. Light organ notes danced in the air as the chatter amongst guests grew louder, more families arriving and filling up the tables.

“Sit up straight Y/N!” Your mother scorned you, her previous lecture of maintaining the family image still ringing in your ears. Her voice sounded strained through the tight corset, you were pretty sure her internal organs were all smushed together. A tight lipped smile stretched on her face as she looked around the banquet hall, many other families and members of higher society. Politicians, heirs to fortunes, royal family members, everyone who had more money than they knew what to do with.

Through your father’s business, your family was ranked fairly high on the social status, no where near the level of royalty but definitely a name with notoriety. You being the eldest son meant you’re the child who received the burden of continuing you family’s legacy, expected to not only further your business’s success but to also hand it down to another son. Either this or marry into an even richer family but you were never interested in any of the female suitors your father brought to you, denying any advance before retreating into your studies.

Your father suddenly beckoned you to his side across the hall, champagne glass in hand along with the most manufactured smile while speaking to other men with the same expressions. Your face was devoid of any emotion as you walked to join his side, the light tapping of your shoes on the banquet hall tile was drowned out by the band in the corner.

It’s not that you didn’t like your father, quite frankly you didn’t know enough about him in order to form a sold opinion about him. You’d seen his multimillion dollar company run so many small villages into the ground, clearing out acres of land for hopes of even drilling a single drop of oil. You heard the protests of the people in your country, pleading for companies to stop their mindless destruction of land but like all the other companies, your father didn’t listen. You had no intention of continuing the family business, hoping that maybe one of your siblings would take it over or that you could personally destroy it from the inside out. Plans to escape the damned family business flooded your mind as you stood next to your father, stone faced as he bragged to a distant colleague about whatever bullshit rich old men brag about.

It was during a conversation about coal plants that you saw him for the first time.

Your eyes mindlessly moved along the grand staircase, up along the marbled railing of the balcony, before spotting him alone with his hands folded along the railing. Eyes instantly meeting yours.

His skin was perfectly smoothed and sculpted, his appearance statuesque as he held strong eye contact with you. The darkness in his eyes matched the slant in his grin, a devious smirk was on his lips as his eyes raked you in, seemingly drawing you closer to him. The dark strands on his head complimented the dark velvet coat on his shoulders, the ruffles of his white shirt peaking forward elegantly.

“Y/N what do you think?” Your father’s voice interrupted your speechless encounter with the brunette , ripping your eyes from the beauty before you to bring you back to Earth. Dante himself wouldn’t be able to fully capture the beauty of the man you laid your eyes on, his descriptions of heaven coming second to the allure of the man who captured your attention.

“Sorry come again?” You replied haphazardly, already tuning out the conversation before you look back up to the gorgeous creature from before. Only in the mere seconds you looked away, he had vanished. Your bewildered eyes searched all over the balcony for him, refusing to believe he was a figment of your imagination.

“Sorry gentlemen please excuse me one moment” you politely moved away from the men, leaving behind a group of insulted men and your angry father. Your heart rate picked up as you began your search for the man from earlier, refusing to let him leave your life as quickly as he had entered.

Your footsteps echoed in the hallways of the palace, the tiled floor ways leading to multiple different rooms. You came across a portrait in a hallway far from the banquet hall, the frame picturing a family with an only child. A son whose eyes seemed to bore into your sole, the faces of the parents had been scratched out, the colors worn pale from age.

“Such a shame isn’t it?” A rich, melancholic voice startled you from your spot before the portrait, the handsome stranger from before suddenly appearing behind you. You hadn’t heard his footsteps, nor any other indication he was near you. “The colors were much more divine when the portrait was freshly made.”

“When was it painted?” You asked the stranger, his smile was playful as his eyes shifted from you to the painting.

His hands were folded behind his lower back as he spoke up, “I stopped counting after the third century.”

Well fuck. Even though everything about that response screamed ‘don’t come near me I’m dangerous,’ something about the way his eyes flatly observed the portrait before you pulled you in for more.

“Do you know the family?” You asked, your voice wavering as you continued to take in his appearance. The man before you seemed to have discarded his coat, the silk of his white shirt now on full display. There wasn’t a single wrinkle, every fold was pressed neatly on his body. If elegance was a person it truly would be him.

“Do you always stutter when asking questions?” His eyes quickly turned to make eye contact with you, a playful slant adorned his lips at his teasing. You couldn’t help the rush of heat to your face, hopefully he couldn’t see the blush on your face but judging by how his smile grew, it was evident he saw it.

“I guess only when I’m talking to pretty people” you shrugged, your eyes traveling away from his to study the portrait once again. The scratch marks on the faces of the parents tore through the canvas, making it obvious someone took a knife to the portrait. Although the colors were muted, you didn’t doubt that the robes and silks worn by the parents were more expensive than your father’s entire company. Then there was the little boy. He looked no more than 6 years of age, cheeks puffed and eyes full of childlike wonder, his face was the only one still remaining on the portrait.

“You can do better than juvenile pick up lines” the man scoffed, your eyes snapping back to him just in time to see him stifle a laugh. “This isn’t a school courtyard.”

You let out a chuckle, already cringing on your cheesy one liner. “I apologize for that sir but I don’t apologize for the pretty laugh it let me hear from you.” Now it was his turn to blush.

It was the chiming of the bells from the clock tower that erased the relaxed feeling between you two.

“Excuse me sir L/N but I’m afraid that’s my queue to leave.” As he started to turn on his heal away from you, a tight feeling within you snapped and you reached out to grab his wrist. Immediately you felt his ice cold skin on your hand, his face contorted in shock as he looked back to you. “What are you-“

“How did you know my last name?” You interrupt him, his furrowed brows softening on his face.

“Seeing as how I made the guest list I’m well acquainted with your family Y/N” his cheeky grin was back, his wrist still in your grasp. You relaxed your hold to let him escape but instead he took another step closer towards you.

“You’re part of the Lee family?” You questioned, even if you already knew the answer. The Lee family was one of the wealthiest royal families in the country, owning a luxurious castle away from all the surrounding villages. Your father said they were weird and antisocial but seeing as how they donated to many charities and political campaigns in the villages, they were immensely powerful. No one from the Lee family held any political or government position in centuries but that didn’t mean they weren’t pulling the strings from afar.

“And you still don’t seem to know my name?” His spunky grin broke you from your deep thoughts. You were face to face with a member of one of the most powerful families in the country, your father’s complaints of their wealth ringing in your ears.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I just didn’t think I’d ever meet someone from your family.” You honestly stated, barely noticing just how close he was to you. Your noses were mere inches apart, a strong enough breeze would’ve been able to bring you two together

“Heesung.” His voice was slightly above a whisper before he continued, “my name is Lee Heesung.”

Before your brain could talk you out of it, you took his hand in yours before bringing the back of his palm up to your mouth. You have a slight bow as you pressed a feather like kiss to his ice cold skin, you knew he still had that damn smirk on his face even if your eyes were closed. “It’s an honor to meet you Heesung, I’m F/N L/N of the L/N family.”

“I’m aware” he snatched his hand back, although the grin was still plastered on his face. “This is my home after all.”

Before turning around to leave, he added “Meet me back here at midnight.” It wasn’t a question, more of an order, but you wouldn’t have refused either way.

“I’ll be waiting.” You gave one more curt bow, at which he scoffed and walked away from you. You noticed he wasn’t walking back in the direction of the banquet hall, in fact he was going in the opposite direction.

You turned back towards the portrait before you and as you looked at the boy in the painting again you felt a heavy weight in the pit of your chest. You could suddenly recognize the boy being Heesung, a smiling young Heesung. And suddenly the remark of the painting being more than three centuries old made that weight in your chest even heavier.

—————

True to your word you returned to your unofficial meeting spot.

It was a pain in the ass trying to shake off your parent’s prying eyes and overwhelming amount of questions. You hid the fact that you had met — and flirted — with Lee Heesung from both of your parents, you knew they would demand that you introduced them to him so you made up a lie about getting lost trying to find a bathroom. Seeing your parents fake smiles and having to endure a terrible sales pitch from your father was a special kind of hell that you didn’t want Heesung to experience. Thankfully they believed your lie and didn’t press any further, leaving you alone for the rest of the evening.

It was a little before midnight, right when you were about to leave to see Heesung again, that you spoke to your mother. You told her you would stay behind for a little while longer and that they should leave without you, that you’d call a cab later and meet them back at the house. She seemed hesitant to leave you, wanting to know why you would be staying behind but in the end she hesitantly left with your father.

“Just promise you’ll be back in the morning?” She pleaded, cradling your face in the palms of her hands. “Or at least call me in the morning to let me know you’re still alive?”

“Yes mother don’t worry I’ll let you know everything” you offered her a wide grin as she pulled back, the clicks of her heels hitting the tiled floor growing quieter. Once she had gotten in the car with your father, you turned and quickly walked back to the hallway from earlier that evening.

—————

The corridors were empty, only the sound of your hurried footsteps could be heard echoing off the walls. The painting was still just as magnificent as it was earlier in the evening, except as you footsteps took you close to it, you could feel that familiar weight in your chest again. The breaths picked up as you eyed the portrait again, this time feeling as though it was pulling you in.

“You came back” the same honey voice startled you, Heesung suddenly appearing next to you. He grinned at your attempts to catch your breath, your eyes still wide from the scare he gave you.

“Of course” you huffed out, composing yourself by straightening your back to look him in the eye. “I had some questions.”

Heesung quirked his head to the side while his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the smile still plastered in his face. “Questions?” He paused, you gave a shaky nod in reply. “Alright well, ask away.”

“Is that you?” You pointed to the little boy in the portrait, his goddamn grin was making it ten times harder for you to focus on trying to make sense of him.

“Yes that’s me.” Heesung flatly responded, his eyes traveling to look at the portrait. “I think that was my sixth birthday if I can recall correctly.”

“And you said this was made over three centuries ago correct?” Your voice was wavering, your whole body feeling heavy with anxiety and dread. “How old are you?”

“Y/N don’t you know it’s considered rude to ask someone their age when you first meet?” Heesung’s met with yours again, seemingly able to bore holes into your brain. As if he could sense the panic coursing through your veins, he sighed before answering “I can’t remember how old I am or how many years are passing by, they all seem to blur together and over time I found it’s easier to not count my age anymore.”

Heesung’s entire demeanor changed; he was no longer carrying himself with a high level of confidence, instead of the usual cockiness there was a melancholic tone to his voice as he longingly stared at the portrait.

He continued, “I was normal just like you, just human. Until at age 20 I was turned into this by my lover. He turned me into this so that we could be together for all of eternity but shortly after I turned he was killed by some hunters from a village up north. I was 20, a freshly turned vampire and completely estranged by my family for choosing a male lover.” He clutched something in his hand, turning it over before he took a seat on the tiled floor. His back was pressed against the dark walls as he beckoned you to sit next to him.

Once you were sat next to him, your hands making contact with the cold tiles of the floor as your back rested against the wall, you could see a small locket in his hands. The metal was scuffed and old, showing signs of years of use.

“This family,” Heesung continued. “It’s made up of vampires from all over the country who are just like me. No family to turn to, no friends and partners to depend on, nothing. The Lee family took me in, no questions asked and I’ve been here since. And while the banquets and parties have been quite distracting, I still haven’t been able to find anyone to grow closer to, not since I died and became this.”

A fresh tear had escaped from Heesung’s eye, it traveled down his cheek until hitting the floor, the man not bothering to wipe it away.

“I’m sorry Heesung” you shakily whispered, hoping your voice was loud enough to be heard by the vampire next to you. The weight you had felt in your chest earlier — the intense panic over what creature Heesung was and whether or not he was dangerous — had started dissipating at his words. Not entirely however, and it seemed Heesung could still sense the remaining anxieties.

“Don’t apologize I haven’t even answered your question yet,” Heesung wiped the remains of his tears off of his cheek while letting out a small — forced — chuckle. You were forced to go to banquets and business meetings and a bunch of other gatherings of snobby rich people, you were used to fake smiles and even faker laughs; however Heesung’s was the most heartbreaking of all.

“As for age all I can say for sure is that I’ve been a vampire for a little over 400 years,” Heesung’s fingers messed with the locket in his hand as he spoke. “Anything else you’d like to ask Mr. L/N”

Heesung had cocked his head to look at you, his eyes instantly letting yours. Sitting beside you was a supposed ‘creature of the undead’, something that up until recently you believed to be fake and the material for fiction. And yet the way Heesung’s smile seemed to fill your being with bliss was anything but fiction, the way he had drawn you in even if you had only met that evening was a beautiful reality.

But that doesn’t mean you don’t still have questions.

“If you say you ran away to join this family how did you get that painting?” The teasing in your tone evoked a surprised laugh from Heesung, the atmosphere surrounding you two had lightened, no longer full of worry.

“I’ve been alive longer than your great grandparents don’t question how I get stuff brat” Heesung playfully pinched your shoulder, sending you two into a lighthearted scuffle that ended with Heesung’s thighs straddling your lower torso.

“Ok I yield!” You huffed out between fits of laughter. As your chest rose and fell from your attempts to catch your breath, you could suddenly feel how close Heesung was. His hands held your wrists to the floor, his upper body draped over yours. “Okay one last question.”

“Ugh enough with the questions!” Heesung chuckled out. After seeing the pleading look in your eyes he nodded his head, telling you it was okay to ask what was on your mind.

“Why did you ask me to come back here at midnight?” You asked, the underlying tone of your question being ‘are you going to kill me because I would please like to know in advance’.

“Is my interest in you not obvious enough?” Heesung softly replied, grin widening when he sees the blush rise to your face. The hands that were on your wrists were now interlocking with yours, his hands delicately squeezing yours as he rested his forehead atop yours. “And here I was thinking you were also interested.”

“I am!” You helped out, causing a fit of giggles to erupt from Heesung at your eagerness.

Heesung’s hands were still interlocked with yours as he calmed down, his face still so close to yours. The way his eyes were sparkling with joy made the weight dissipate completely. Heesung’s faced leaned impossibly closer to yours, his lips mere centimeters away from yours. “You’re so gorgeous the second I saw you I knew I had to talk to you. I knew I would miss the rest of the banquet because I had some business to take care of with another town’s mayor. Corrupt politicians and what not, such a pain to clean blood stains on carpets by the way.” Heesung rolled his eyes at his comment, you could feel your heart rate pick up at the way his eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips.

“But I knew I had to see you again which is why I asked you to meet me here.” You felt your dick twitch at his words, the smirk playing on his lips was evidence he felt it too.

He started to slowly — so achingly slowly — roll his hips over your bulge. “The entire job I pleaded with the universe to let me see you again, all I could think about was how gorgeous you are Y/N.”

“Heesung” you panted out, the fabric around your cock getting tighter. “Please kiss me.”

“Absolutely my love” Heesung’s lips slotted perfectly with yours, your body heat felt as though it rose an extra 30 degrees. The way his lips fit with yours felt like an explosion of pure bliss, immediately opening your mouth to let his tongue in. The way Heesung kissed you as if he was planning on devouring you made your head spin.

It could’ve been 30 seconds or 3 years but the kiss felt of pure heaven. No amount of time would ever be enough to fully satisfy the need you felt for each other, you thought this as Hessung’s hip rolls began getting faster. After a particularly loud moan escaped your lips, Heesung murmured into your ear, “Let me take you to bed my beauty.”

You eagerly nodded as he lifted you both up on your feet, leading you to his bedroom door while having his hand interlaced with yours. You two couldn’t help the giggles or the chaste kisses while you ran to his room.

—————

“Lie on your back for me sweetheart” Heesung’s voice has seemed to drop a few octaves, sounding huskier as he pushed you back onto his silk sheets and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

You quickly undid the laces of your boots, chucking them across the room before fumbling with the buttons on your shirt. You huffed in annoyance as you had difficulty getting your shirt off, Heesung — who was now shirtless — took notice of your frustration and let out a low chuckle. His hands clasped yours as he placed them on you, slowly moving your hands down onto the bed before eagerly grabbing the collar of your blouse and tearing the fabric open. You gasped at the sound of the fabric ripping but quickly began let out a deep groan as Heesung began to place soft kisses down your chest. His lips were ice cold, making goosebumps rise all over your body from the drastic shift in temperature.

“There’s no time for slowly unbuttoning clothing” Heesung whispered into the skin on your sternum. His eyes switched back up to meet yours, the look of pure lust painting his eyes, “I want you now.”

“Then take me.” You gasped as Heesung pushed your upper body down onto his bed, grabbing your hips and quickly pulling down your trousers and underwear, leaving you bare under him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him close to you to bring him into another heated kiss. You felt the fabric of his pants on your cock as he began to grind his clothed bulge onto yours. The friction causing you to bite at his lower lip, your fingernails scratching onto the skin on his shoulders. One of his hands moved to graze over your bulge, the cold skin causing a shiver to run up your spine.

Heesung continued to kiss and bite at the skin on your jawline as he wrapped a hand around your cock, giving it a harsh but arousing tug. “Knew you would sound heavenly darling” Heesung said into your ear, the strokes of his hand becoming more even. “Knew it the second I laid my eyes on you.”

“Heesung-“ you were cut off by your own whine as Heesung sharply removed his hand to slap your thigh.

“That’s hyung to you brat” Heesung gave your thigh another harsh smack before bringing two fingers up to your lips. The pads of his icy fingertips grazing along your lower lip so slightly you could barely feel it. “Now open up.”

You opened your mouth to let his fingers dance along your tongue, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sighing. Heesung’s eyes were fixated on the sight of you sucking on his fingers, his cock growing harder. He pulled his fingers out from your mouth before sliding them over your tight hole, inserting one finger in as you gasped in surprise. His fingers were still so, so cold, causing you to shiver again.

He slowly worked his finger in and out of your hole, teasing his second one before pushing them both in and and stretching you open. As his fingers worked to stretch you open, Heesung licked a stripe from your thigh to the base of your cock. You let out a loud yelp as he licked up the length of your cock, your hands flying to yank at the dark locks on his head. “Oh hyung that feels so good” you moaned out, your eyes squeezing shut from the overwhelming waves of pleasure that were washing over your body.

His fingers quickened their pace as Heesung’s dark eyes looked up at you, he whispered with the head of your cock pressed against his bottom lip, “cum in my mouth gorgeous.” Heesung’s mouth took you in, warmth engulfing your entire body as you cried out in pleasure. You could feel the pleasure overcoming you, making your brain foggy as all your senses were being overwhelmed.

All of a sudden the coil in you snapped, you came down his throat as he eagerly swallowed every drop you let out. Even as you came down from the intense feeling, his fingers were still working you open — albeit at a slower pace. When his fingers grazed your prostate you shivered while your thighs began to shake, throwing Heesung a confused gaze.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?” His smirk causing your thoughts to muddle, he abruptly removed his fingers before smacking your thigh again. “Sit up now darling I haven’t gotten my fix yet.”

He laid back against the dark wood of his bedpost, a pillow separating his lower back from the wood. He removed his pants and underwear before turning to you and patting his thigh, beckoning you over. You let out a small chuckle, your post orgasm brain somehow finding the cheesiness of it all a little amusing.

Heesung tilted his head in confusion as you crawled over, placing his hands on your hips before saying, “why are you laughing, darling?” He pulled you down to sit on his lower torso, his cock nestled between your cheeks which caused the blush on your face to deepen in slight embarrassment.

“You’re so cute” you placed an innocent peck on his lips, Heesung gave you what felt like a hundred more as a response. He held you close as the grin on his face grew larger, both of your giggles breaking the kisses. As you both calmed down from your giggling fit, the eye contact you held began intensifying. Heesung’s eyes seemed to hold all the stars in the night sky with the way they sparkled up at you, the light blush on his face deepening as you held him close.

His hand ran through the hair on the nape of your neck, his wide eyes and large grin seemed to distract you from the fact that you were both completely bare. His finger started to drag from the bottom of your ear down the slope of your neck before whispering, “Can I bite you darling?”

You could feel your soft length grow interested at his question, your eyes widened as they filled with curiosity. “You want to turn me?” Your question made the vampire look up at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“I don’t have to turn you.” Heesung started, his cold hands tightening their grip on your skin. “I can feed from you and as long as I don’t take too much you’ll still be alive and, well, human.”

When the word ‘feeding’ fell from the man’s lips, you suddenly remembered the man — the vampire — below you could very easily kill you in two ways; by either draining all the blood from your body or turning you into an undead creature for the rest of eternity.

“I’ve been alive a long time Y/N” Heesung’s voice bringing you back to the present. He continued, “I can control my appetite, I will not take more than you can handle and I will stop if you tell me to. You have my word darling.”

Instead of giving him a verbal response, you tilt your head to the side to give him full access to your neck and collarbones and nodded. Heesung’s hands roughly pulled your hips up, aligning his length with your entrance before pulling you back down to sit on his lap. Your body shivered at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your veins, the head of Heesung’s cock was pressing against your g spot, leaving you full.

As you tried moving your hips, Heesung would stop your movements to slam you back down onto his lap. His hands moved from your hips further down to hold your ass, his tongue licking over a spot on the crook of your neck. Your neglected length had been interested even after already orgasming once, however all pleasure before this failed in comparison to the feeling of Heesung’s fangs piercing into your skin. His hips moved achingly slowly as he sunk his teeth into your neck, your grip on him tightening. Even if you had only met Heesung that night you already knew he had ruined sex with anyone else in the future, it would be only him for the rest of your existence.

Heesung’s hips kept a slow pace, his soft groan was muffled while he fed from your neck. The intense pleasure coming from Heesung’s movements juxtaposed the sharp pain on your neck, your post orgasm brain becoming even muddier. You felt Heesung remove his fangs from your neck, placing kisses on the marks left behind while his hips picked up a faster pace. The sounds of your bodies moving together echoed throughout the room, your pants being interrupted by Heesung’s voice in your ear giving you encouragements.

“There you go, that’s my good boy.”

“Knew I had to have you the second I laid my eyes on you.”

“Darling you tasted so good, did so well for me.”

“Be as loud as you can for me Y/N, don’t hold back.”

The familiar sensation from earlier came back, this time magnified by ten. You could feel your muscles tightening as you reached your climax, your grip on Heesung’s shoulders becoming more tense.

“Hyung I’m close,” you whined out. His thrusts were precise and fast, aiming and nailing your g spot head on every time.

“How cute,” Heesung’s low voice went straight to your hard cock, his hand wrapping around your length and stroking in tandem with his hips. He continued, “My good boy wants to cum for me a second time. Make a mess for me sweet boy, I’m right there with you.”

You reached a moment of euphoria, your entire body tightening up before you came all over Heesung’s hand. You felt Heesung reach his high because his thrusts stilled, his grip on your body tightened before he went slack. Your body slumped into his as you now began trying to catch your breath. You heard Heesung let out a giggle as he held up your tired body.

“Nope you’re not getting off that easy.” Heesung quickly flipped you onto your back below him, the speed shaking you awake. His body was bent over yours, he brought one of his hands up to your mouth and put his palm to your lips. It was the palm that was covered in your release, “lick it off baby, you’re helping me clean up.”

You quickly licked your release off his hand, holding eye contact with him the entire time so you could see his proud smirk. His lips graced yours once you finished, your entire body slugging back into the sheets below you. “I’ll be right back baby.”

Your eyelids felt heavy while you watched him get off his bed, making his way across the room while nude which gave you a shameless view of his body.

He returned momentarily with some bandaids, along with a glass of water. “Sit up for me darling,” he said as he sat down next to you, putting the glass of water into your hands once you were up right. You lazily drank from the cup as Heesung applied the bandaids to the wounds on your neck. “It’s not too bad but better safe than sorry.”

It seemed the vampire’s entire demeanor had changed, his touches soft on your skin as he took your now empty cup and placed it elsewhere. He laid back next to you, pulling the covers over your bodies before pulling you closer to him. “How do you have so much energy?” You grumbled, looking up at the vampire to see his bright smile.

“I don’t get tired,” Heesung’s hand carded through your hair and scratched your scalp as he started talking, making it very difficult to stay awake. He continued, “It’s that vampire stamina, I don’t need sleep or rest. I don’t eat food either, well besides blood but it doesn’t have to be human. I physically can sleep, I just don’t need it to function so it’s basically just a nap.”

“Does that mean you can go another round?” Your hand had been lazily tracing patterns onto the vampire’s cold skin, slowly moving down his torso. Your body was still sluggish from your two orgasms but seeing the devious glint in Heesung’s eyes was lighting a flame to your body.

“I don’t think you can keep up with me baby” Heesung roughly pulled the (H/C) strands on the back of your head, pulling you up to make direct eye contact with him. “But if you insist.”

His teeth grazed your bottom lip, the feeling of his fangs eliciting a high pitched whine from the back of your throat; you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew.

A/N: Happy belated New Year here’s some filth. I’ve been MIA for a bit now thanks to work and school but here’s a fic I’ve been working a lot on. Let me know if y’all want a part two even though I’m probably gonna write it anyways since I’m a sucker for vampires. K that’s all from me, might post more little drabbles and short prompts soon. See you later little gay people on my phone screen !!! -V ㋛

fanboy dream | s.jy

↪︎ pairing | jake sim x m!reader

↪︎ genres | smut, established relationship au

↪︎ summary | you were living every fan’s dream.

↪︎ warnings | top!jake, bottom!reader, kitchen sex, anal sex, spanking, handjob, cum eating, cum sharing, and body worship

↪︎ word count | 1.3k

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when the door to your apartment suddenly opened and your boyfriend entered, you did not even have the chance to greet him before his lips were on yours, meeting you in a rough kiss.

the months you two spent apart has left him impatient and lusting for you, and it showed clearly as he could not even wait to take you to your guys’ bedroom but rather strip himself and you right in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and forcing his cock deep into you.

“oh fuck, y/n.” a groan spewed out of jake’s mouth the moment his cock entered you and your walls engulfed him. “you were expecting this, weren’t you? you were expecting me to fuck you silly the second i came home.”

you nodded, your head resting on your forearms, eyes clenched shut and biting down hard on your bottom lip. jake has always had a high sex drive, you knew that ever since you met, so you knew three months without sex would practically leave him physically and mentally starving. so you, being the good boyfriend you are, decided to prep yourself once you learned he was coming home today.

your answer caused jake to chuckle, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass, spanking it as he thrusted his cock in and out of you. “god, i missed this so much. being able to feel your ass in my hands again, have you clench around my cock—fuck! you’re perfect.”

“j-jake jake,” you cried out his name. your moans and whimpers only getting louder as each thrust sent your body forward and pressed harder against the kitchen countertop.

“that’s it, baby.” jake grunted, forcing his hand down on your ass once again and watching his cock slide in and out of you. “take my cock like the good boy you are—fuck you look so good taking it.”

you could only moan in response. just like jake, you also missed this. three months without tasting his cock, or having it rearrange your insides was unbearable. and your fingers and toys could only do so much, and were no where near as satisfying as his cock. “j-jake…”

your soft, shaky voice caused jake to pause the harsh pace of his thrusts. “yes baby?” he asked while soothingly running his hand down your back.

“i-i want to see you.”

jake smiled, leaning down and kissing the curve of your back. “whatever my baby wants, my baby will get.”

everything happened so fast after that. jake’s cock was removed from your ass, his hands that were on your hips were now on your thighs, turning you around and lifting you up and laying you down onto the counter. your were legs wide open and dangling off the edge, the cold tiles sending goosebumps down your spine.

jake leaned over the counter so that he was slightly hovering of you. “happy?” he asks with a smile on his lips, face inches apart from yours.

you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist with a wide grin on your face.

jake pecked your lips sweetly before guiding his cock back into you. you both moaned simultaneously at the feeling—his cock splitting you open and your walls tightening around him. he didn’t hold back this time. jake started pounding into you at a fast, rough pace, his length sliding in and out of with ease. the only sounds that filled your home were the sounds of your moans and skin slapping.

with your arms around his neck, you pulled jake down to where your chests were pressed up against one another and his lips met yours in a vigorous kiss. jake kissed you back instantly, one his hands setting beside you to support his body while the other slid down your chest until it landed on your cock, wrapping around your twitching length and forcing you to moan into his mouth as he stroked it slowly.

“f-faster jake, faster!” you whimpered against his lips, your hands that were around his neck now moving to his back, nails digging into his flesh, no doubt leaving marks on his skin.

jake pulled his lips away and looked down at you. “is that what you want, baby?” purposely slowing down his thrusts and smirking at the way you clenched your eyes shut and whined. “you want me to fuck you faster with my cock? are you sure you can handle it, baby boy?”

“yes yes, please!” you screamed out, clawing at his back. “please fuck me faster, harder!” you did not care if your next door neighbors could hear you, you just wanted one thing and one thing only—jake’s cock.

“then take it, slut, since you want it so bad.” jake continued thrusting, pounding his cock in and out you at the dangerous speed that left your body jolting from each thrust and grinding against the kitchen counter. “is this what you wanted? to be fucked hard and rough on the counter top like some whore?”

“y-yes—fuck, yes!” you were crying at this point from the amount of intense pleasure you were receiving, how his cock abused your prostate with every thrust and matching the pace of him pumping your own cock. “j-jake, i’m close…”

with his breathing heavy and thrusts becoming sloppy, jake was nearing the end as well. “me too, baby, me too. let’s cum together, okay?”

you nodded, unable to form any words. and with just a few more thrusts you came with a moan, jake gripping your cock as your cum spewed out and covered your stomach and chest. jake was not far behind, immediately taking his cock out of your ass and stroking it vigorously until he also came, his cum mixing with yours.

jake’s hands went to your hips, holding you down as he himself bent down and ran his tongue along your abdomen, collecting your guys’ cum in his mouth. he then stood up, sticking his tongue out for you see.

you then sat up, placing your hands around his neck and pulling him into a rough kiss, wrapping your lips around his exposed tongue and sucking on it gently, moaning at the taste of your cum and his.

jake gasped, clearly surprised but kissed back nonetheless, his hand settling on the side of your face and your lower back, pulling close to where your bodies were pressed against each other. while your tongues fought for dominance, jake’s hand that was on your lower back ran up and down along your body, savoring the feeling of having you in arms once again.

he was the first to pull away from the kiss, the both of you gasping for air and chests heaving. “my dirty boy,” he teased, gently caressing the side of your face and pecking your lips one last time. “i missed you.”

“i missed you too.”

“come on,” he then suddenly moved both his hands down to your bare thighs, lifting you up from the counter and forcing a surprised gasp out of you. “let’s get cleaned up.”

you wrapped your arms and legs around him, laying your head on his shoulder and relaxing in his grasp.

you never came to realize how lucky you were to have jake until now, feeling his hands running up and down your body, cleaning you and placing loving kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders along the way. there were millions of people around the globe that wished to be in your position—to be able to call jake theirs, to feel his lips on their own, have his arms hold them, to have the luxury to go sleep and wake up beside him every day—

the feeling of jake taking your hand in his broke you out of your thoughts. you watched as he raised it up to his lips and tenderly kissed your knuckles before running his thumb along the engagement ring that decorated your finger.

and here you were, living every fan’s dream.

baekhyun + sweets = vibes

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Same Anon here! And sure! It doesn’t have to be an idol reader if you feel like it’ll be bothersome, he could even be an employee at a rivalry company or something like that!

But if you keep with the idol route, the plot could be like they’re both at a music show / award show, and both of their groups are aiming to win Boy Group of the Year 👀 And when one of them wins, that would obviously cause the other to get super jealous and angry but those feelings would only be turned into sexual tension when the reader and heeseung see eachother backstage~~ LOL

Rivals (With Benefits): Lee Heeseung x Male!reader (M.)

PAIRING: lee heeseung x male!reader (he/him)

SUMMARY: it's awards season. the competition is high, and many boy groups were nominated for boy group of the year. and one of the groups were none other than enhypen. that's where lee heeseung is in, your rival, but is he really your rival? do you really hate each other? or is it all an act?

WARNINGS: dom!heeseung and sub!male reader, unprotected sex, name-calling, degrading, making out, semi public sex, blowjob (heeseung receiving), little heejay moment, slapping, dacryphilia, hair pulling, creampie, nasty, nasty sex

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is probably the nastiest, eye rolling, sheet gripping, toe curling, dick throbbing fic i've ever made so far

"i can't believe i'll see that little shit again."

you roll your eyes, while your makeup is getting done. it's award season, and this time of the year is the most competitive, with hundreds of groups pitted against each other, with only one group to take home each award. award season. this means you'll see tons of groups, both backstage and general. of course, your rival, heeseung, will be here.

"i'm gonna see that fucker again."

heeseung sighs as he waits for his makeup artist to finish, staring at himself in the mirror. he flashes a smile, confident, since he looks stunning. when he's done and the makeup artists calls for the next member, he sits down on one of the big black couches. jay was seated next to him and heeseung scrolls mindlessly on his phone. he gets interrupted when jay call him with a "hey." heeseung hums, eyes slightly wide, turning to him. "yeah?"

jay scoots closer to heeseung and the space between them get smaller. heeseung freezes, and jay chuckles. "do you really hate him?"

heeseung eyebrows arch, confused. what was jay talking about? "who? him? my rival?"

jay nods.

"oh, i hate him. he's such a little shit, always making fun of me when we lose to them at music bank and whatever fucking music program." heeseung looks pissed as he rants on, but jay knows something.

he knows heeseung doesn't actually hate you.

jay laughs loudly, throwing his head back. heeseung looks at him with a puzzled expression. once jay's laughter dies down, he faces heeseung again, this time with a small smirk on his face. what a fucking weirdo. heeseung thinks.

"you're a comedian, heeseung."

"what the fuck do you mean by that?" heeseung asks him angrily. cute. jay thinks.

"now listen here, man." jay moves closer and heeseung fucking gulps - jay's face has completely changed. his face has a dark expression, eyes extremely ominous. heeseung feels out of breath, especially with how close jay's face is.

"i know for a goddamn fact that you don't hate him. matter of fact, you want to fuck him."

heeseung's eyes widen, and jay finds it cute. the latter exposed heeseung, and he feels nothing but satisfaction brimming in him. jay takes a hold of heeseung's chin, his lips parting slightly as watches heeseung frown and grit his teeth. heeseung admits that jay looks hot, and the moment is so fucking tense, he can physically feel himself start to sweat.

heeseung feels defeated. he sighs and closes his eyes. jay hums, genuinely suprised that heeseung didn't even try to defend himself. really, how would heeseung defend his faked hatred towards you when jay already knew what was happening between you two?

"fine. you win." jay lets go of heeseung's chin, and heeseung hangs his head low. surprisingly, jay isn't mad at all. he actually puts his hand on heeseung's shoulder reassuringly, to which heeseung looks at him.

"that's why, i'm here to help you." jay flashes a smile at heeseung.

"what? what do you mean?"

"you see-" jay gestures heeseung to scoot closer again, and he does, so jay continues.

"remember how, whenever the show ends..."

heeseung freezes as he has a moment of realization. jay gives him a look, he knows what heeseung is going to say, and heeseung smirks, jay is a fucking genius.

"we all get sent to our respective dresssing rooms?"

"exactly."

"which means, i can just call him, make him come to our room, and then you-know-what? you're a fucking genius, park."

jay laughs and heeseung does the same. the two men let their laughter die down before they share a fist bump. jay sits back and places his arms on the couch's head, watching the other members get their makeup done.

"oh and one more thing." jay speaks, still looking at the other members. "i'll be your wingman." he turns around to look at heeseung, clicking his tongue and winking at him. heeseung laughs and calls him amazing. heeseung then turns around - jay stares at him for a little while, gears turning in his head. he stops staring and looks at the other members.

heeseung smiles as he thinks about their plan. his cheeks color a slight pink when he realizes what he's about to do to you. he imagines the dirtiest stuff and realizes that he will do it in such a place like this. a public place. oh, it excites him.

you braced yourself as you headed towards the main seating area. it was going to be loud, for sure. you're in a rising group and have won several music show wins, topped the charts, had a lot of views on your music videos, and went viral.

as you walked towards your designated seats, the scream of the fans were defening. it wasn't all bad though, at least you and your group members have a solid fanbase. you sit down and notice that there were already a few groups who were seated already.

"hey, it's them." your member elbows you as you follow his eyes.

the screams of the fans wavered back again as enhypen walked towards the seating area. you look for a certain orange-haired guy, and you find him almost immediately. damn, he looks amazing. although you did remember you were rivals, so you had no reactions whatsoever.

oh god. he was coming closer. heeseung walks up the stairs. shit. is he seated next to your group, when the two parties are rivals? heeseung locks eyes with you, an annoying grin plastered on his face. you shoot him a dirty look as he walks closer. thankfully, the cameras probably won't see you two.

"may the best group win." heeseung says as he takes a seat next to you, although there was some space left behind. you stare at him and you forgot that you were his rival. whoever styled him needed a goddamn raise because of how stunning he looked.

"whatever, we'll win anyway." you huff out. heeseung just chuckles. he feels a nudge to his side, and it was jay. he smirks at you, and at heeseung. heeseung nudges him back. he doesn't want jay to catch your attention.

your attention was saved for later.

"jesus, how long has it been?"

it's been what, an hour and a half, and the awarding part of the show hasn't started yet. you silently agree with jay. you wanted to them to get it over with so you could go home. you wanted to be announced as the boy group of the year, take the award, thank the fans, and then leave.

you watch two people walk onto the stage. finally. let's get this over with. you thought. the couple announces the start of the awarding.

you drown out almost everything they said, but you didn't forget to clap and bow for the other groups, of course. but as time went on, your clapping got slower and sloppier. you were fucking tired.

"now, for the best boy group of the year..."

and suddenly, all your drowsiness disappears, and you're all ears. heeseung also snaps out of his trance, leaning forward to pay attention. the woman takes out a piece of paper from the envelope, reading the winner's name.

"enhypen!"

you were surprised. not mad, but you will admit that you felt a little jealousy. either way, you clapped enthusiastically for them. heeseung turns around and smirks at you before walking onto the stage with the other boys.

the fans were screaming and other groups were clapping. heeseung walks onto the stage with his members - the cameras followed all seven of them as they walked towards the microphone to deliver their speech.

they all stand and wave. heeseung grabs the microphone and starts his speech. well you'll be damned. did his voice get deeper? you were unsure, but either way, his voice was hot.

"finally! thank god!" you sigh a breath of relief. the award show was finally over, the fans were leaving the venue, and you were more than ready to head home and fall onto your soft, soft bed.

tons of groups were scattered throughout the hallway. some idols were even interacting with each other, whilst some were headed towards their rooms, ready to head home as well. in the crowd, you easily spot heeseung, who seems to be talking to jay.

"hey, motherfucker." heeseung watches you walk towards him, hands in his pocket. you cross your arms, giving him a stern look. he laughs, throwing his head back, his adam's apple bobbing. what the actual fuck.

"you guys go first. i'll be there later." you tell your group members, and they leave. you clicked your tongue at heeseung, who's staring at you strikingly, head leaned on the wall. jay stares at you as well, arm placed on heeseung's shoulder.

the three of you just stand there, and you sigh. "are you two just going to keep staring at me? speak up." heeseung stands straight. jay touches heeseung's back in a subtle way, heeseung nods at him, and jay proceeds to leave.

"you're just jealous we won. come on, wanna visit our dressing room?" you reply with a "whatever" and let heeseung lead the way. the hallway was still pretty crowded, so heeseung obviously keeps you by his side, how?

by snaking his arm around your waist.

you try your best not to react to heeseung's hold on your waist. the subtle movement of his fingers were electrifying, they were like little sparks. all that while heeseung looks forward, a serious but handsome look on his face.

suddenly, you didn't want to go home anymore.

you enter the dressing room and find it weird how jay is the only one inside. where are the others? heeseung closes the door behind you as you sit down on the couch. you didn't notice it, but heeseung shoots jay a look, who moves closer to the door.

"where is everyone else?" you ask heeseung, who sits directly in front of you. he has his legs wide open as he sits - it's as if he was inviting you to stare at his crotch. you take a quick peek and he is huge. heeseung seems to not notice.

"they're busy, and for the members, they're catching up with other idols." he replies, still sitting like that. "okay then." heeseung stands up and your eyes follow him. he stands in front of one of the tables and you see a golden object. it was their trophy for winning boy group of the year.

heeseung looks at you for any reaction, but you don't say anything. "i fucking get it. you guys won."

"you're jealous, aren't you?" heeseung asks nonchalantly.

"listen, i do not give a fuck if you guys won. what the hell do you want me to do, heeseung? throw you a party?"

heeseung glances at jay for a split second, who quietly opens the door, locks it and leaves. you don't notice that not when you're half-pissed at heeseung. heeseung starts to smile.

the plan is working.

"and- what, hello? lee heeseung? i'm fucking speaking here!" you stand up, now pissed.

"listen." heeseung's voice drops a few notes. it booms across the room. you were taken aback, and you gulp. as cliché as it sounds, heeseung slowly walks towards you. you take a few steps back. "heeseung, what are you doing?" you ask him while walking backwards.

shit. you hit the wall.

heeseung swiftly grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head. all the air gets knocked out of your lungs and you feel yourself shrink. heeseung towers over you and you can't help but think of how tall he really is. heeseung removes one hand, using his other hand to keep your wrists in place. are his hands that big? either way, your cheeks burn at the thought of how huge his hands were.

"what the fuck? let me go!" you thrash around, and heeseung laughs. it was no use, heeseung's grip on you was so strong, and you had no chance anyway. for a second, heeseung gently swipes his thumb on your cheek, it was so soft that you leaned into the touch.

heeseung then removes his hands. "wait what-"

a loud smack echoes across the room as heeseung slaps you in the face, hard. you whimper as you feel the prickling heat ripple across your face. heeseung laughs, and you feel your eyes shimmer with tears.

"pathetic little bitch." you audibly gasp at his words - you'd never expect him, lee heeseung, the one who is adored by fans, to be this mean. you quickly start to get hard. you never expected you actually like being degraded. heeseung just proved that just now.

"you're actually jealous, aren't you? you want to win so you won't be a burden to your fans who voted for you, streamed your songs and bought your albums, right?"

you hung your head in defeat and feel yourself start to cry. it was so fucking cruel of heeseung, but you loved it at the same time. heeseung laughs at you like a madman, forcefully grabbing your chin to look at him. he cooes once he sees your pathetic and teary-eyed face. "but don't worry, i can help you with that."

"h-"

heeseung grabs your chin and presses his lips against yours. he lets go of your wrists to hold your ass. you gasp, and heeseung takes that as an opportunity to enter your mouth. he sucks, slurps, and tastes you. the sound was disgustingly hot - you wrap your arms around heeseung's shoulders, breathing through your nose as you kiss him deeply. heeseung moves his leg and places it in between yours.

he starts rubbing his leg on your tent, and you whine in his mouth. your arms tighten and pull heeseung closer. both of your eyes were closed, eyebrows frowning, sweat forming on your temples, and corners of your mouth drooling. you feel yourself shaking when heeseung's leg rubs faster against your crotch.

you both pull back, watching a string of saliva form in between your lips. you wipe your lips and heeseung thought of something that makes him smirk. something nasty.

heeseung pushes you to the front and leans on the wall. "get on your fucking knees." you follow his order immediately, and his bulge was a feast for your eyes. "come on, do something baby. you can't just stay there." you nod and start shaking knowing what you're about to do.

your start palming heeseung through his pants and notice a wet patch leaking through the fabric before you start licking him through the fabric. heeseung's hands flies and takes a hold of your hair. his grip was painful, of course.

a hint of saltiness tickles your taste buds as you lick his pants one more time. "can i, daddy?" holy fucking shit. heeseung might go crazy. he nods, and you unzip his pants. you both watch as his cock bounces up and you moaned at how huge he was.

you wasted no time in pumping him. heeseung stutters a moan and rolls his head back, his neck on display, you wish you could leave hickies on him - you start pumping heeseung even faster, watching his pre-cum leaking from his tip. you lick the tip, and heeseung's legs start shaking, and he moans loudly. "oh, fuck, yes!"

you pull back, hesitant. how the hell are you going to take him when he's that big? heeseung clicks his tongue, and you stare up at him pathetically, like a lost puppy.

"aw, scared of my dick? remember, i'll have to fuck you later." those words just made you needier. harder. it was technically true, you have to get used to him. after all, you wouldn't want this night to pass without heeseung fucking you.

"psh, i'm not." you reluctantly move closer to his dick, staring at it for a few seconds. "come on you pathetic littl-" you grab him and take him into your mouth. heeseung was caught off guard, evident by the loud moan he emits and the pure pleasure on his face.

you start bobbing your head up and down, and you stare up at him. heeseung could cum from that alone. you moan frequently around heeseung, causing him to tighten his grip on your scalp. he knows he's not going to last long. you feel tears gather in your eyes again as you try not to gag.

"what a slut, sucking on my dick. what if someone walks in, huh? seeing you all hungry for my cock, isn't that embarassing?" heeseung says in between breaths and he tries his best to make his words clear, but it's hard, knowing the number of sensations he's being given right now.

you moan at the response, your cheeks are literally burning from his words. you grab his balls and play with them. you're drooling and the sounds you were making while sucking him off were disgusting, but hot. heeseung feels like he's about to explode in your mouth, his toned stomach clenched.

"baby, i'm close. i, fuck! want you to swallow all of it, okay?" heeseung starts shaking even more.

his hair is messy, some of it even sticking to his forehead, which was covered in sweat. his cheeks were burning too, some drool was evident on the corner of his mouth, and he remembers he still has his formal attire on, which was sticking to skin, slick with sweat.

heeseung moans beautifully as he cums in your mouth. he was overwhelmed, trembling from his orgasm. his orgasm was so intense that he saw black for a few seconds and his legs were about give in any moment. you moan as you start tasting heeseung's cum, your mouth starting to fill up, heeseung came a lot.

heeseung takes a moment to recover before pulling you off his dick. "say ah." heeseung leans down and tilts your head up, and you show him his liquid inside your mouth. "and... swallow." you swallowed, tingly because of the salty taste of him. "good boy."

you stand up, and heeseung pulls you into a kiss again. the both of you tumble and fall onto the couch, and you continue kissing each other deeply. heeseung then shuffles down and covers your neck in kisses, which tickles and makes you shiver. heeseung emits small breaths and moans from time to time.

"h-heeseung." heeseung bites your neck with some force, and you hiss from the pain. he was so aggressive, letting out his pent-up emotions and need for you. heeseung moves up and places his lips next to your ear, growling.

"turn around for me and slide your pants off." you did as he told, positioning yourself. you grab a pillow and hold onto it while unzipping your pants and letting them pool around your ankles. "so fucking beautiful." heeseung then proceeds to rip your boxers off, and you find yourself yelping at that.

heeseung massages the skin of your ass while watching your rock-hard dick twitch. you brace yourself and heeseung finds it cute how you'd let him do anything to you.

you cry out as heeseung gives your ass a hard slap, crying out into the pillow. heeseung massages the now flushed skin before slapping it twice, then thrice. you were a crying mess at this point - heeseung moves back to admire his work, your ass red and hot.

heeseung couldn't wait any longer, rubbing his huge cock against your hole, and you clench in response. he slowly pushes the head in and the two of you share a moan. he enters you fully before wrapping his arms around your torso, head resting on your back.

"goddamn, you're tight. that needy for me, huh? my slutty boy, my rival?"

"i could say the same to you, desperate to fuck your rival you definitely hate."

the two of you laugh together and heeseung lets go of you and digs his nails into your waist, and you were sure there'd be some marks. heeseung slowly pulls out until his head was almost out of your hole. three, two, one. heeseung sends his hips forward, which launches you forward, and you scream into the pillow. "yes! oh fuck!"

heeseung had to bring one of his hands to his mouth to keep himself quiet. he watches himself disappear inside you, your ass bouncing from the force of his thrusts. you were shaking so much and your body temperature was unbelievably high, and you forgot that you still had your attire on, which was sticking onto your skin due to your sweat. it was uncomfortable, but you barely noticed, heeseung was fucking you into oblivion. you were both in heaven.

heeseung tugs on your scalp and pulls your hair. he pulled it with so much force, you slip a cry between your moans, and you thought heeseung was going to break your fucking neck. the room quickly gets filled with the sound of skin on skin and your desperate cries and breaths for each other.

you try your best to turn around to look at heeseung, who stares at you, eyes-half lidded.

"goddamn, you're so good for me, so needy for me." heeseung moans loudly.

you stare at each other needily, before sharing another deep kiss. your chin is covered with tears, sweat and saliva. it was so sinful but it was so hot.

"oh my god! yes!" you scream and shove your face into the pillow when heeseung repeatedly taps your protate. "fuck, fuck, heeseung! it feels so good!" heeseung starts plowing into you, your cries for him fueling his eagerness to make you cum. "come on baby boy, cum for me. show me how much you love my cock."

both of your moans and cries of pleasure rise in pitch and you feel your dick start to tremble. heeseung knows he won't last any longer, he wraps his arms around your torso again and rests his head on your back. he finally got to fuck you after all those stolen glances at you, all those nights jacking off, imagining himself fucking you. he can't believe this is real.

"c'mon baby, fucking cum for me like the good boy you are." heeseung clenches his teeth and jaw and his neck veins start to decorate his neck. heeseung is fucking drenched in sweat, his hair all over the place, some drool on the side of his mouth, but he doesn't fucking care.

you scream your lungs out as you cum. you literally felt your pelvic muscles contract from how hard you came. you cum directly on the couch - heeseung lets out the prettiest cry of pleasure as he cums into you. the two of you just stay there, out of breath.

with his remaining strength, heeseung pulls out and watches his cum flow out of your pink hole. he closes his eyes as his tongue takes a taste of his cum and your hole.

"heeseung! n-not there!" he doesn't listen as he slurps and plays with your hole. you tasted amazing, and heeseung gives you a taste, sharing yet another deep kiss with you, and you swirl the juices in your mouth before swallowing them.

"are we still rivals?" heeseung asks as he sits down on the couch, exhausted. you sit down next to him and kiss him on the lips for one last time before grabbing a pile of tissues to clean up.

"yeah, with benefits."

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Expectations vs. Reality

Short Smut Drabble

• Dominant Top Felix x Submissive Bottom Male Reader

Explicit Smut

• Warnings/Kinks : Role Reversal, Hair Pulling, Teeth Grazing, Degradation, Sexual Fantasy/Dreams, Mockery, Safewords, Foreplay, Teasing, Dry Fingering, Oral Fingering, Fucking your Ass Cheeks, Doggy Position, Anal Sex, Cum and Saliva as Lube and Unprotected Sex

There was a sudden new arrival in your class, in the middle of the school year too.

His eyes had the most softest look, face — clean-shaven and perfect pouty lips, his freckles were like constellations dotted on his pretty face and his blonde hair reminded you of stars burning bright light. He was absolutely, despicably perfect in anyway.

You were guilty and felt terrible at the fact that same exact man appeared on your dream that night — it was more or less a vivid dream of you with him underneath you, his breath shaky and voice hoarse as the bed creaked as you rocked into him.

And more of those dreams started occuring more often than not, until you mustered up the courage to kiss him — his soft blushy face imprinted on the memory bubbles of your brain as he reciprocated it. He was more than just a fleeting sexual fantasy or dream now— Maybe now you get to feel him.

Though it was not how you expected it.

—

Felix wore a devious smirk on his lips as he pinned you down the bed after undressing you roughly earlier, his sinful eyes raking down your back down to your ass and his fingers getting between the crack of your asscheeks.

“Won’t you tell me a story, Y/N. What did you want me to call you again? Was it ‘daddy’?— No, I'm pretty sure you told me to call you along the lines of ‘sir’ or ‘master’ ~” he mocks you in an annoying tone, as his unoccupied hand wrapped around your neck — his eyes now bore holes through the back of your head.

Your head felt a bit cloudy, realizing that your dreams may not be the most accurate at all. You imagined your first time with Felix to be you having to care for him but...

“Lixie—” you gasped before his hand now moved to your mouth — shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Quiet, dog.” he tuts in a low-pitched and heavy tone, watching as you gargle against his fingers — chuckling when he saw your hands ball into fists and squeeze the sheets.

Your dick was throbbing as Felix pushed you down the sheets impossibly further and the tone of his deep voice was going to make you stain the sheets this early and the fun of your lover had barely began to start.

As Felix’s fingers wet themselves on your tongue, he couldn't help but sink dry fingers on your clenching hole.

You released a moan that just made Felix pushed his fingers deeper into your mouth, his low laughs resonating on your eardrums.

Felix was a devil in disguise of an angel that you once thought of him.

His fingers pulled out both of your holes, you felt his cock slap against your thigh — it was fucking bigger than you expected. A shiver was sent down your spine.

“What happened? All talk, no actions? Here I thought, you would fuck me but your dick is useless after all~” he mocked once again, pulling a sob out of your mouth as his saliva-coated fingers were pushing against your rim. Felix managed to get you in this embarassing position faster than you could even say anything. Felix completely had you wrapped around his fingers.

The sensitive head of your cock was rubbing against the sheets as Felix pushed in your hole with his digits — ecstasy filled your veins as pre-cum dripped from the slit of your cock.

“Safeword is Strawberry and three taps if nonverbal.” he reminded in a soft tone, his free hand rubbing circles around your neck as he pushed in his fingers — as you moaned against a pillow when he hit your sensitive spot.

Felix’s mouth churned into a grin as he did so, pulling his fingers out quickly.

“Maybe, tonight — You'll dream differently~” he said, as he licked his lips and jerked off his cock — coating it in your saliva and his pre-cum before slapping it against the crack of your ass right against your needy hole.

Felix stopped his teasing and slowly aligned his cock on your rim as you were basically was sucking him in.

He pulls you by the hair, pulling you uptight as you let out incoherent noises — he managed to pull you in upright position, body bent and knees shaking against the bed.

“L— Lix, your dick please...” you whined humiliatingly loud as Felix tortured you by sliding his cock upwards between your butt cheeks and groaning deeply as he did so — His hand stayed on your scalp, still pulling on it but not hard enough to hurt, it was as if it was a statement that he had control over you.

“Mmm, better than any toy, I have~ Aren't you the best?” He says, leaning down and grazing his teeth on your shoulder — also ignoring your last statement, taking his sweet time making you beg and beg.

You nod senselessly at his question despite his hand on your head.

“Well, I have all night to test you out right?” He whispers coldly against your ears. His free hand slapping your thighs right before slithering to your weeping cock, bouncing it between his fingers curiously.

“You think too much with your cock, why don't we change that?” He says with a condescending grin before once again aligning his cock against your twitching entrance, pushing into the tight heat slowly — reveling on the pleasure on his wet dick and your moans as he felt your warm walls against his cock. He wants more as he hit your prostate multiple times and roughly manhandling you as he pulled you back on his cock for his own use.

Pride fully swelled in Felix’s chest as drool came out of your mouth as you moaned — spit splashing into the sheets managing to easily render you silent, pliant and brainless.

Fuck. He knew from day one when he saw you that he wanted to break you down easily and pin you down with his feign innocence.